Oh boy…
Here are the facts:
I met a guy. He is 24, cute, smells good, and is very forward. He plays pool, has about a bajillion degrees, and can pretty much do anything in existence. He has a litte boy who is just over a year old. He gave me his sunglasses, and his number. Kaelen took a picture of us together.
It has been two days, and I have not called him. In all honesty, I don’t plan on calling him. And I have been giving myself endless guilt trips over not doing the polite thing and calling him for a date. God I am so fucking weird. What 22-year old girl WANTS to be alone? Christ almighty, it would be awesome to wake up one day and find that I lost the capacity to care about what other people think. It would be awesome not to be afraid all the time. It’d be nice to date like a normal person, and not spend the entire night thinking about how nice it will be when I can leave.
