We are all a little narcissist at time. Even when our life is a rut we love to tell others our stories. We like people to know about us. Even it is a bit or even if our life is just ordinary. We like people to accept us. We want people to accept us. We want people to accept the good and even more so, the bad. This is my story. My life. My reason. My emotion. This is all my grief and laughter. My Pain and my Joy. This is me.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Flakking is just so fun
Kinda expected it, she flaked at the last minute again. I guess you can flake once, twice, but the third time is the last. Well no lost. Just move on, it happens. For me, its a big turn off. Flaking tells you enough to not bother about a girl like that. I improvise and met another girl i was suppose to meet. She a sweet and nice girl. But i was quite a bit surprise to find out that she wealthy. I guess i still can be quite surprise. She not my type. Would i meet her again. Perhaps. As a friend. I met another girl, last Wednesday while playing pool. She quite tall, and quite sexy. We are set to meet up tomorrow. Let see if we actually do. My new motto. Don't assume. Just met every girl i get to know even if i am not that interested. Maybe i will find magic.
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