Vibe
Don Juan
I was looking at this girl's online journal and ran across this entry - I thought it was pretty funny.
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The second date. The first moment I saw him something clicked. When I say something, I mean a switch inside my body that sent all my senses coursing electric whirr, tingling and heated throbbing of heart. He dosn't even do anything. Like, ever. I keep sending him furtive glances and he's so oblivious, he just looks at me and says, very flat but adorably faced, "What?"
"I'm sending you furive glances," I say, blinking and blushing.
"Is that what that is?"
After all the dating I've done in the past three weeks, I can get through two dates, easily, if the guy's even remotely not boring, without breaking face in any way--whipping out jokes, very funny stories that also reveal something about myself, and charm the pants off of (almost) any literate male. But usually I end up losing interest, or the chemestry isn't there.
He is something else. Yes, he might just be my foil. How can he not believe in a soul? How can he not like poetry? How can he claim not to "need other people?" Why does he think my constant over analysis is "nutty" or "silly" and how is he so utterly unaffected by the life sized reproduction of a humpback whale? Why does he encourage me to continue going on dates just so he can hear stories about the guys I meet?
I can't keep myself out of his bed! I can't stop repeating his name!
Twit-er-pated... sigh..... swoon...
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Haha - DJing in action.
Best part? Dude lives in his parents basement!
Hehehehe - oh man.
~Vibe~
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The second date. The first moment I saw him something clicked. When I say something, I mean a switch inside my body that sent all my senses coursing electric whirr, tingling and heated throbbing of heart. He dosn't even do anything. Like, ever. I keep sending him furtive glances and he's so oblivious, he just looks at me and says, very flat but adorably faced, "What?"
"I'm sending you furive glances," I say, blinking and blushing.
"Is that what that is?"
After all the dating I've done in the past three weeks, I can get through two dates, easily, if the guy's even remotely not boring, without breaking face in any way--whipping out jokes, very funny stories that also reveal something about myself, and charm the pants off of (almost) any literate male. But usually I end up losing interest, or the chemestry isn't there.
He is something else. Yes, he might just be my foil. How can he not believe in a soul? How can he not like poetry? How can he claim not to "need other people?" Why does he think my constant over analysis is "nutty" or "silly" and how is he so utterly unaffected by the life sized reproduction of a humpback whale? Why does he encourage me to continue going on dates just so he can hear stories about the guys I meet?
I can't keep myself out of his bed! I can't stop repeating his name!
Twit-er-pated... sigh..... swoon...
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Haha - DJing in action.
Best part? Dude lives in his parents basement!
Hehehehe - oh man.
~Vibe~