Speaking of fail. I hate/love boys.
Silly men but I love them the same.
him: so admit it you like male attention.
me: I like ANY attention. Who wants to walk through life alone?
him: but you want male attention no? It’s ok. Everyone does.
me: *sigh* *shoots self* [I just want your attention stupid]
ARGH! I don’t care what Larry the Plumber thinks of me or what the dude across the street thinks. I like to look nice because it feels good when YOU compliment me and I’d like to think you’re happy to be seen with me. I’m already cocky confident, I don’t need confirmation. Besides, like I had said here, guys show anything with a vagina attention. So why would I need or value THEIR opinion of me? Why would I even register that in my head? When I’m with you. It’s only you.
When I was with AJ, it didn’t matter if we were with our friends. Out at a lounge. In a crowd of 1000 people. It’s always been him. I can graciously accept compliments from others. Be a good sport, flirt, and be the charming guest. But nothing matters because it’s his world, I only dance in it.
ARGH! Men!
[dedicated this post to Angie. xoxo]
