redwinterroses

I'm such an idiot. Well, not really, but talk about hopeless romantic. I said hi to my neighbor a couple days ago, knowing that I was opening the flood gates and he'd come talk to me. Sure, I thought, why the hell not? He's handsome, successful, a single dad. And I'm so tired of stupid guys. Stupid stupid men. So anyway, this guy makes up an excuse to come and knock on my door and talk to me a couple of times, so me being me, I'm like - hey, do you wanna come over and watch a movie tonight? Stupid girl. I've had people over to watch movies, no big deal. But, NOOOOOOO. He brings a bottle of wine over too. Geez. Ok, no big deal. But then he wants to talk to me instead of watching the movie, drinks 4 or 5 glasses of wine to my two (I'm pathetic, I know) and starts talkin shit. I expected it at some point, but it just never ceases to amaze me the boldness of some guys (I have a thousand mind boggling stories, trust me). So he starts talking about how he doesn't want a relationship and wants us to be honest with each other, blah blah blah. Come down to it, he really just wants to fuck me. Oh gee, what a surprise. I was mildly sarcastic, but pleasant. I didn't insult him or flat out say no, but I did send him home. So there. I suppose I'll keep him in mind if I ever just get super frustrated and need something. *as I roll my eyes* Doesn't he know? I have a thousand awsome boys that just want to fuck me. But where is the passion in that? How boring. I want the lightning blue electricity, the gazes across the room where your heart beats so hard you think everyone can see, the breathlessly whispered yes.

*sigh* for my own deeply aching passion.