Wednesday, August 02, 2006

just breathe

It's all been chronicled in blog posts.

We met about a month ago, on the 28th of June. He was drunk, I hated him. I vowed never to answer his phone calls. But then, about a week later, I got hungry. I called him to take me out to eat, with the sole intention of using him for food and oral sex. I was successful for several dates, but I was very bitter. I thought he was only nice to me because he wanted to fuck me. I thought he didn't listen to anything I said. I was wrong. Very wrong.

A week after writing that post, I had started to actually like him, and I accidentally made him sexual partner number four. Oops. On the 20th, I came to terms with his toothbrush. On the 25th, I shared with you my neuroticism over getting into another relationship. On the 27th, He brought wine and pie, and we had a dance party. And I knew then that he'd been listening to me the entire time.

And last night, he told me he was falling in love with me. And I didn't freak out, because I think I'm falling in love with him too.

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