For the longest time, (Three days) i’ve struggled to think of a decent enough topic to write about. There is the often good enough complaint fest that usually settles the debt with little roughness about it. But I think it’s high time that I’ve to write about something other than my complaining. My… romantic side.
Yeah, my thoughts as well. Too fucking bad, you chose to read this, and I chose to write this. We’re both fucked with rusted chainsaws.
I’m a simple enough guy when it comes to the the romance department. No, I’m not talking about sex. get yer mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about when it comes to dating.it’s the flirting part that’s incredibly hard for me to pull off. Though sometimes, just my awkward struggling to come up with something interesting to say is, in itself, a joy to watch.
The woman might or might not be dating (All signs point to yes.) loved my awkward inner struggle to recount how I flirted… She gave me a hug and her number, and I didn’t really lift any fingers. Or words for that matter. I told she was cute. Okay I lied, I lifted some words, but that’s besides the point.
I am a easy enough guy to get along with. i only really require two things to seal the deal and let you in completely. The first, being we have to click. Chemistry is fact. This woman, let’s call her B, and I get along swimmingly from our first date. won’t give you details, because I’m kind of a dick like that. The second, is a good kiss. first kisses are REALLY important to me. They set the final lock into place, and if somethings off with that first kiss, then the lock don’t click right.
With those two things in mind, and if t hose two things go perfectly, Than we’re golden. However, as Me being me, I’m a one woman man. I date exclusively. If that ruffles some feathers or snaps your celery, meh.
B kissing me a few days before New Years was the best single moment of 2012 that I know. Aside from continuing to breathe. Being alive slightly tops that list.