Friday, January 7, 2011

The Lesbians upstairs...



THEY WANT ME. Finally they're warming up, indicating they want to be friends/clearly confirming what I have known all along: they want me. I've been telling and telling it but nooooooo.... "you're so narcissistic."
I've been 'wanted' infrequently enough to KNOW when I AM being wanted.
Proof?
She, the 'she' in the relationship (the he's not the most pleasant chic ever) tregged downstairs to bring me 'cold beer'. And it's universally established that 'cold beer' means 'I want to bed you', ask any guy. Just as apple means temptation and cherry, somehow, means slut. Ironclad logic, to mix and discuss with reason is just to cloudy the facts.

Will I let myself be 'taken'? Hmmm well... (of course I've considered it, I'm not exactly on the A-list of Stable Minded Individuals, mix that with a lot of liberalism and bam!) No. I wont. Not my type.

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