The bullshit that is.
It gets more and more obvious as time goes by.
I am genuinely disappointed. I thought this guy was intrested in me. He was being ‘rude’. And I got myself in a genuinely odd state of panic over the answers and chatter.
And then I realised something. I’ll show you the revelation of conversation. I am the blue boxes.
So things went downhill at second to last message.
And hit dead weight on the last.
I’m sorry. I can’t do fuck and run. I’m not that person. It genuinely takes me a world of time to be comfortable holding a person’s hand. Or even just being around them.
I am not fuck buddy competent.
I may be emotionally stunted but unfortunately it’s not in a way that allows me to be a whore.
I don’t think I’ve been Not dissapointed in a person that I’ve liked when they “like me” back. Not in 7 years. How depressing is that.
I get that realisation ” oh… well shit I guess I like them..”
Then they open their mouths and ruin it.
“Ah…. nevermind then”