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Thursday, March 21, 2013
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Thursday, March 7, 2013
dafuq is wrong with me..
Last saturday, after training, I learned a confirmation to my fearsome doubts I had. That guy (mr. S) whom I liked and that pretty girl (miss H) in my class were onto each others for a while in the past. Obviously she was his type. Now I feel embarrassed to have asked him out in the first place on december. He prob would've said yes to her... As she told me this (she doesnt know about my secret feelings for him)... my mood went increasingly and uncontrollably down.
I went to drink with some of my other colleagues for a change, including that cute little boy (mr. R) that was also in my class. And there, I had my second hammer in the heart of the day. We were talking about boyfriends and girlfriends (didnt mention my recent discovery tho) when he finally admitted to have confessed to that same pretty girl (miss H) 2 years prior.
That was a blown to my face. The first guy Mr. S, I was sad from the revelation.. but the second, Mr. R, came to a shock to me. Because the way he tells me what he likes in a person was so far from what would describe Miss H.
After this point, I told myself... What's the point to be a smarty and a strong woman or passionate or willfull or whatever shits cuz in the end, all it matters is how the girl is physically attractive. Miss H is, to my eyes, not necessarily pretty, but quite cute and has a body of what I'd wish to have if I wanted a girl's body. But in the other hands, plain and lazy and on top of that, very immature and too much public self-conscious.
What's so good about her, I told myself... So that I looked through few of her pictures on facebook... that girl is such a faker, she doesnt look like that face-to-face... well she can be quite the cute girl when she doesnt try to be... and she doesnt seem to realize this... haha that one is kinda funny... And little did I know that by night fall, I became a stalker.
I then came accross some videos of her when she's having fun with her friends and... she is really hot after all... I mean she doesnt have my favorite face but.. her little curves and long dashing legs are appealing...
When I went to bed, I started thinking about her. I would really like to touch her in all honesty. I only realized what I have done by morning... That I have been fantasizing about her all night. I closed my eyes and opened them again. What the fuck. No. I didn't just.. omg.. she is not my type of girl. I like stronger women. I like stronger women. Or cool guys y'know... cool guys are awesome... But I don't even think about Mr. S anymore...
I went to drink with some of my other colleagues for a change, including that cute little boy (mr. R) that was also in my class. And there, I had my second hammer in the heart of the day. We were talking about boyfriends and girlfriends (didnt mention my recent discovery tho) when he finally admitted to have confessed to that same pretty girl (miss H) 2 years prior.
That was a blown to my face. The first guy Mr. S, I was sad from the revelation.. but the second, Mr. R, came to a shock to me. Because the way he tells me what he likes in a person was so far from what would describe Miss H.
After this point, I told myself... What's the point to be a smarty and a strong woman or passionate or willfull or whatever shits cuz in the end, all it matters is how the girl is physically attractive. Miss H is, to my eyes, not necessarily pretty, but quite cute and has a body of what I'd wish to have if I wanted a girl's body. But in the other hands, plain and lazy and on top of that, very immature and too much public self-conscious.
What's so good about her, I told myself... So that I looked through few of her pictures on facebook... that girl is such a faker, she doesnt look like that face-to-face... well she can be quite the cute girl when she doesnt try to be... and she doesnt seem to realize this... haha that one is kinda funny... And little did I know that by night fall, I became a stalker.
I then came accross some videos of her when she's having fun with her friends and... she is really hot after all... I mean she doesnt have my favorite face but.. her little curves and long dashing legs are appealing...
When I went to bed, I started thinking about her. I would really like to touch her in all honesty. I only realized what I have done by morning... That I have been fantasizing about her all night. I closed my eyes and opened them again. What the fuck. No. I didn't just.. omg.. she is not my type of girl. I like stronger women. I like stronger women. Or cool guys y'know... cool guys are awesome... But I don't even think about Mr. S anymore...
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