Not that kind of guy
I’m just not that kind of guy. What kind am I talking about? The kind who drinks the blood of white kittens while…..wait, I am that guy. I mean I’m not the guy who can just go up to some girl I have never met before and ask her out. A buddy and I discussed this briefly online, today, and it makes me feel good to know I’m not the only one. I need that situation that forces me to get to know the chick before I can move things forward. I’m not spontaneous enough (or brave enough) to just wing it. I need background information and an understand of how her mind works. Now I need to find that situation. I’ve been lucky before, especially with Alex. Now, I just can’t find that damn situation or the damn girl.
No, there’s no point. I just wanted to get that off my chest.
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