Let's start with things I accomplished this week. I read The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I did a Gatsby-themed painting. I managed not to kill anyone at work or in New Orleans. And I managed, once again, to fall in love with an unavailable boy.
I have a feeling that eventually, I'm going to bore someone with this consistency. Unfortunately for me, I can't stop.
The afore mentioned boy ("slow down, Speedy Gonzales") has definitively stated that, while I'm not "speeding anything" because "there's nothing really to speed", he is "not ready for there to be anything there, sorry."
Well, fuck.
Because that's what he means when he comes to see me at work, then sends me a text saying "I like your eyes. :)", right? Makes sense to me. It's quite easy to determine whether potential exists betwixt two people after a ten minute conversation in a B&N Newsstand, is it not? I mean, stop me when I say something wrong, please.
Is is so much to ask to just get coffee? Come watch a movie? Because the fact that I've slept with multiple people apparently means that if I'm talking to you, I want to sleep with you. The honest to God fact that I actually kind of like this boy plays no part in whether I get to spend time with him.
Ok, scratch that. From what I can tell about this boy, I like him a lot more than "kind of". And the fact that I'm hardly given the chance to get to know him is ridiculous.
For once, I just really want to meet a boy who will like me as much as I like him. It's happening around me, I'm seeing it, first hand.
So why, in the name of everything Holy, can't it be me?
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