Saturday, June 05, 2010

private thoughts, private intentions

We were discussing a medical condition wherein parasites live in the body, and how to prevent such thing by taking a tablet of Fugacar.

Him: You've never taken any (he was assuming). You're not going to be a very attractive girlfriend.
Me: But I don't want a boyfriend.

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You wanted me to say something in your defense.

Your age - that you're not too old.
Your body - that you look great.
Your bike - that you're the coolest guy in town.

Darling, I'm a rebel at heart. I will not say/do anything that people expect me to say or do. I know you want me to compliment you or whatever. I'm scared of the effect. For me, it would be normal. But I don't know how you're gonna take it.

We have an entirely platonic relationship, right?

You said you like me, that you really really like me. And that you'd kill anyone who's gonna hurt me. And that you don't like a lot of people. I took it in the friendship plane. I'm having my doubts now. I don't think we were thinking in the same level.

You've been putting the other guy down - acting like a 15 year old, reckless, girly bike, girly ways, what else? 'Cause you're jealous. You can see I really like him, and that we hit it off immediately. Chemistry? No problem.

And I wasn't exactly responding to your advances, right? No comments, no flattery. You don't know what I'm thinking, what I'm gonna do, and my reactions would be. So sorry.

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