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last nite i talked to this girl that i went out on a couple of dates with. i had bought her this blue jacket that i wear all the time now (hooded blue, i'm sure if you've seen me recently you've seen it a lot). we had gone shopping together once and she liked it. so even though we had only gone out a couple of times, i thought it'd be nice to get her that present, just because.

i'm sweet like that.

and then we stopped seeing each other, which whatever. and so i kept it and wear it all the time as it is a bit small on me but very comfortable still and very slimming. and i'm all about looking slimmer. sidenote, i just was thinking about fish stick powerhour (FSP).

and so anyway, i told her i had bought her the shirt. she was like, "awwww that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me." i go, "but i never even gave it to you and instead kept it for myself." she replied, "yeah but you were going to give it to me, and it was a sweet thought."

great. one point for the good guy. zero points for my sex organs.

and i wondered, how she would react to some of the other "nice" things i do for girls that i'm dating or interested in dating. i really wonder. i buy girls diamonds. i really do. i have started buying girls flowers from time to time, although man, i'm 2 for 2 on good reactions and 0 for 2 on actually having enough of an impact on the girl to develop the relationship further. i write poems. i write songs. i write love songs, and that means A LOT especially if you take into account the other 99% of the songs i write are about sadness and shite.

i smile. i laugh. i am happy. those things are always taken for granted.

i'm sorry but i wear my heart on my sleeve, whether it's healthy or bruised. i love. i am.

posted by fillshe @ 12:41 PM