what’s wrong with me?
I CANNOT get this girl out of my head.
the date tonite was a complete bust, and the reason was simply that all I could think about was how I’d rather be with HER , and not the woman I was with.
don’t get me wrong – the woman I was with was quite lovely as a person: intelligent, kind, passionate… but I felt awkward in her presence.
part of the reason I’m crushing on this girl is that about ten minutes after our first meeting, I felt like I could tell her almost anything about myself.
I felt safe to be me.
for the most part, I mean. it wouldn’t be healthy for me to delude myself and say that there wasn’t a certain amount of nervousness or fear of fucking up.
but you know what I mean, right?
it just felt… real.
comfy.
I wanted to wear her around all day and then tuck her lovingly into the middle drawer before climbing into bed next to dresser where she lay.