^i didn't mean to lead you on^
so i think i might be going crazy. tonight was the night i met up with Matty from Kinko's. I was kinda dreading seeing him. I say dreading because his weirdness was just a bit too extreme for me. anyway, we were chillin out in his one bedroom apt takin rips from his red bong, watchin the simpsons. i thiought it was funny he watches the tele with sub titles. i think he has hearing problems. this would explain why he doesn't hear me. but then again it could be cause i talk so low sometimes.
so i'm sittin on the bed gettin bazorbaforded
and he comes over to sit on the bed. for some reason i got the most horrible feeling and all i could imagine was that he was going to suddenly become violent and try to rape me or something. i fucking panicked. hardcore. my mind was racing with all the possibilities, and i couldn't stop from thinking what if. i don't know this guy from a fucking hole in the walll. so i jumped up and insisted we leave to go eat. he could tell i had suddenly become REAL uncomfortable.
needless to say we had dinner were he professed to being a pervert and a sex fiend. now there's nothing wrong with that, but it certainly did not help my state of mind after that huge fit of paranoia i had just experienced 30 minutes priior. and get this. he ordered the same exact meal as i did, only with sauce on the fingers. (we went xnese). and after the first time we had met, he had gone out and bought me a present. and can you guess what it was?
i sure couldn't. it was a book of erotica (which he just so happen to mention that he likes to read and jerk off too) written in 1941. i have to admit it looks pretty juicy. can't wait to read it.
so all in alll i freaked out and probably llooked like a crazy fucking person, but no matter. he used to own a mac.
^i don't want you anymore^
so i think i might be going crazy. tonight was the night i met up with Matty from Kinko's. I was kinda dreading seeing him. I say dreading because his weirdness was just a bit too extreme for me. anyway, we were chillin out in his one bedroom apt takin rips from his red bong, watchin the simpsons. i thiought it was funny he watches the tele with sub titles. i think he has hearing problems. this would explain why he doesn't hear me. but then again it could be cause i talk so low sometimes.
so i'm sittin on the bed gettin bazorbaforded
and he comes over to sit on the bed. for some reason i got the most horrible feeling and all i could imagine was that he was going to suddenly become violent and try to rape me or something. i fucking panicked. hardcore. my mind was racing with all the possibilities, and i couldn't stop from thinking what if. i don't know this guy from a fucking hole in the walll. so i jumped up and insisted we leave to go eat. he could tell i had suddenly become REAL uncomfortable.
needless to say we had dinner were he professed to being a pervert and a sex fiend. now there's nothing wrong with that, but it certainly did not help my state of mind after that huge fit of paranoia i had just experienced 30 minutes priior. and get this. he ordered the same exact meal as i did, only with sauce on the fingers. (we went xnese). and after the first time we had met, he had gone out and bought me a present. and can you guess what it was?
i sure couldn't. it was a book of erotica (which he just so happen to mention that he likes to read and jerk off too) written in 1941. i have to admit it looks pretty juicy. can't wait to read it.
so all in alll i freaked out and probably llooked like a crazy fucking person, but no matter. he used to own a mac.
^i don't want you anymore^
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phoenixshadow:
um, i guess you decide then, any day after 8pm
lilmissmorbid:
