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it's on now.
Jun. 9th, 2008 08:59 pmI met you while waiting for a bus.
you were reading Dante and I couldn't be quiet about that. Cute girl in glasses reading Dante? Starting a conversation is a must.
I don't shy away from strangers, and am thrilled whenever I meet an interesting one, but I'm not in the habit of talking to them regularly, like you are.
The conversation on the bus on the way north was great. The more it progressed the more I realized what a right choice starting a conversation with you was.
You write poetry and like classical arts.
You're a punk inside, cute glasses or no. unrestrained, wild, interesting. fun.
You love alcohol. We talked about beers. I offered to take you out for some next time i'm on leave.
we exchanged phone numbers.
the next two weeks were uneventful, but we talked on the phone more than a couple of times and exchanged amusing SMSs regularly. With every conversation and text message that helped me get to know you better I realized how lucky I was to meet you. No feelings of inferiority or supiriority towards you. just of partnership and curiosity.
next weekend i had off we met for that beer. maybe i imagined it, maybe i was just projecting my own feelings, but you seemed just as thirsty as i was for that meeting.
I've been alone for too long.
It was fun. Things went well.
I didn't kiss you.
After we parted I let you know I think you're great and that I'm sorry nothing happened that night.
You told me I'm fun but that you aren't looking for something serious right now.
I can't provide something serious right now. not on a bi-weekly basis, anyway.
But I want you as a partner. In crime, in escapades, in my daily life. I want to know what you're feeling.
And I don't think i've felt this strongly about something since my teens.
I'm not a hormone-driven teenager anymore, though. and it's clear to me that a sane person doesn't give up on someone like you very easily.
so i'm not going to.
watch out.
you were reading Dante and I couldn't be quiet about that. Cute girl in glasses reading Dante? Starting a conversation is a must.
I don't shy away from strangers, and am thrilled whenever I meet an interesting one, but I'm not in the habit of talking to them regularly, like you are.
The conversation on the bus on the way north was great. The more it progressed the more I realized what a right choice starting a conversation with you was.
You write poetry and like classical arts.
You're a punk inside, cute glasses or no. unrestrained, wild, interesting. fun.
You love alcohol. We talked about beers. I offered to take you out for some next time i'm on leave.
we exchanged phone numbers.
the next two weeks were uneventful, but we talked on the phone more than a couple of times and exchanged amusing SMSs regularly. With every conversation and text message that helped me get to know you better I realized how lucky I was to meet you. No feelings of inferiority or supiriority towards you. just of partnership and curiosity.
next weekend i had off we met for that beer. maybe i imagined it, maybe i was just projecting my own feelings, but you seemed just as thirsty as i was for that meeting.
I've been alone for too long.
It was fun. Things went well.
I didn't kiss you.
After we parted I let you know I think you're great and that I'm sorry nothing happened that night.
You told me I'm fun but that you aren't looking for something serious right now.
I can't provide something serious right now. not on a bi-weekly basis, anyway.
But I want you as a partner. In crime, in escapades, in my daily life. I want to know what you're feeling.
And I don't think i've felt this strongly about something since my teens.
I'm not a hormone-driven teenager anymore, though. and it's clear to me that a sane person doesn't give up on someone like you very easily.
so i'm not going to.
watch out.
