Maybe, I'm just lonely as hell but still, it counted. I didn't toss and turn in bed thinking about it really but I couldn't take that incident off my mind. And well, along with that incident, is he.
I couldn't take him off my mind.
Seriously, seriously, seriously, I would not prefer to like this person. Why? Because I am not supposed to! But why? I would like to point out this man's + and - :
+ He is wise beyond his years, smarter than half of the people I know
- Younger than I
- Loud and obnoxious at times
+ Very very very ridiculously funny
- Drunk
- Hedonistic
+ Good looking
+ Articulate
+ Has a job
- We have too many common friends
Enough of this bullshit, really. But why? Why can't I like him?
I'd answer this, honest to blog.
I don't believe someone like him would want someone like me. I am just being realistic. I am not putting myself down. It's just that these things couldn't possibly happen to me. I know his type. He likes pretty girls. Ridiculously pretty girls. Okay, so do all boys. But yes, I am not his type. Period! And I should not like him. Period.
But I just couldn't take him off my mind.
The things he said and did (via alcohol).
The things he said and did, which may never happen again right?
That was just one night.
In the longest time we've known each other, he never ever ever took a point across or drop a hint that there is a slightest possibility that he likes me.
Never.
Just that one night.
And I shouldn't take this one night seriously, right?
No one like him would ever want me.
I am no exception to any rule.
He is one of those very very predictable men we call "bros" hahaha and he's got "bro" friends as well. The ones who post photos of very beautiful women in their facebook walls and discuss in painful detail everything they can possibly do to her.
Oh my God!
I couldn't possibly fall for a bro! Fuck this shit. Should move away from trouble before trouble's too deep.
