eggs
Yes, eggs. Pearsons dropped off 2 dozens of eggs. He was thoughtful and it is kind of sweet but then, it is not. It’s too much both literally and figuratively. What the hell am I supposed to do with 24 eggs? And what am I supposed to do with a guy that’s getting a bit too excited?
I don’t think this is going to work. The truth is that for me so far it is all about getting out and getting laid. If I wait to get laid, he’s going to get even more excited about us and I’m going to hurt him and he’s a nice guy and I don’t want to do that knowingly. Can I just tell him that I don’t know that we can be anything more than friends with benefits? That I don’t want my friends to meet him? Obviously not, at least not the latter one. Am I being a pretentious bitch assuming that he’s liking me much more than I am?
I don’t think it is a matter of moving too fast. I think it’s just his personality and if I was more in to him, I’d be ecstatic about this. But I don’t.
I hate this.
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- Published:
- May 28, 2011 / 8:02 pm
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- dating, disappointment, physical needs
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