May 17, 2025
It's this ever-present malevolence that makes me second-guess my present sense, of time, of place, of... present-ness
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It's this ever-present malevolence that makes me second-guess my present sense, of time, of place, of... present-ness
Who the fuck am I?
Describe yourself. This is one of the hardest fucking questions there are for me. I don't really know who I am. On one hand, I'm that guy. The one who is confident, and goes after what he wants, and loves to have fun. The guy that is the best friend you can ask for, and is great with girls. But on the other.... I'm a helpless child with daddy issues and compulsion to get approval from others. A kid with no directions, no clue what he wants, and has a mini panic attack when he meets a new person. But now, you can't be honest with most people about that, now can you?
The Bondage of Love Pt.3
So the competition started. We tried everything. Bringing her snacks, buying her lunch, carrying books, the whole nine yards. We were always trying to scheme up a way to have any kind of alone time with her. We figured out that the best time would be after school. So, even though I would have to walk home (and I didn't live close to the school), I'd stay. I'd stick around for 30 mins to an hour of seeing her... And it was worth it.
One day, just a day like any other, I decided I wanted things to move.... faster. So, after school, we danced. It was a simple dance, one that she had taught me and made me do countless times. A few steps, a sultry look, a spin, and a dip. Except, on the dip, I kissed her. It wasn't too long, but it was amazing, it was electricity on our lips, it made my body warm and tingly, and I was addicted. It was a perfect moment... Till she slapped the shit out of me. God, my face burned from that slap for a whole day. The look on her face said she was as surprised as I was. I asked her, a long time after, why she slapped me; She said that it was an amazing first kiss, and that she panicked. That was a great day.
I knew, that day, that I would win the girl.
Guy Rule #34
Ask for what you want. Let's be clear on this one:
Subtle hints don't work.
Strong hints don't work.
Really obvious hints don't work.
Dammit, Just say it!
Guy Rule #8
If you ask us, "Do you think she's prettier then me?" we just might say,
"Yes."
Then what are you going to do?
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Exactly
First message EVER!
I just got my first message ever on here, and it was great. I know me getting excited about it probably makes me pretty lame, but I don't really care :)