Man, I just ran into tall, dark and lanky in the art building. Just when I was 90% successful in getting him out of my head; "he's just not that into me." He isn't, of course. If he was, he would have sought me out: called me, emailed. So I'm not going to pine away for him anymore. But I still love him and want to have his baby. Wait, wait, where did that come from? The fact is, I want someone to love and he happens to have a penis, it's as simple as that. Well, maybe not quite that simple. He embodies lots of qualities I want in a man and he flirted with me like mad a couple of summers ago, but the fact of the matter is, shall I say it again? He's just not that into me.
At least during our brief exchange I didn't lose control of my faculties. I didn't tremble all over, my knees didn't knock together, I didn't start to sweat, I didn't turn beet red, and I'm the one who ended the conversation and walked away first.
*sigh* I guess I need to start wearing tighter t-shirts if I want any male attention.
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