So, while talking to someone I have yet to sleep with, but do plan to this summer (distance SUCKS) he threw me off. He asked me if I would be okay just having sex with him. Now, in an ideal world, every guy would ask if there were any possible emotional attachments, and if it wasn't mutual, it would stated honestly. Of course this isn't an ideal world. So having someone actually ask was kind of nice. Like, I'm so use to not being considered, that I kind of expect, and accept it, I suppose. I can't really blame them entirely, not like I put u an argument (DADDY ISSUES, FOR THE WIN!), but still.
Anyhow, I just thought it was the sweetest damn thing. It made me cry afterwards, because I haven't had someone say something to me that made me like they gave the slightest fuck about me in that long. Then it made me cry that something that pathetic, shallow, and, really, insignificant made me cry. Basically it was one big tearfest.I'm actually still crying. So I'm going to go, smoke a blunt, and go for a walk.
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