Lately, when I’m out at night my mind starts to wonder. I realized I’ve been meeting the wrong type of girls. Attraction is definitely there, but when I start spending time with these girls interest trickles down. My typical night-out is usually spending valuable time with friends. We mind our own business, if we meet people it’s cool but it’s like whatever. I never once had any intention on going out at a bar to meet someone. Last night was a different night for me, it was bitter sweet. I saw this girl at a party last night, I noticed that she was looking my way, at first I thought she was looking at my friend, but she was actually looking at me, and she kept looking at me, and she smiled a couple of times, and she was really really pretty, and so I started wondering if she was someone who hated small talk, and didn’t hangout in bars and clubs, and don’t just meet guys to hook-up, and wasn’t interested in playing games, and maybe we could fall in love right then and there, and maybe she would always hold my hand in public, and always smell good, and give me the feeling that I can do anything, and tell me I’m good-looking, and make me feel like I’m the only guy in the world, and find it endearing instead of annoying that I like bicycles a lot, and make me feel like I’m going places, and not be a vegetarian but have a moral opposition to veal, and the snow makes her happy, and not look around the room all the time when we’re out at a restaurant, and never stay mad at me for too long, and make the coffee/tea at least 40% of the time, and bake me cupcakes sometimes, and bonk my brains out with great regularity, and tell me I look dashing when I’m in my dress clothes, and never answer her cell phone when we’re hanging out, and not talk about her ex-boyfriends all that often, and write silly notes sometimes, and give me back-rubs on occasion, and not get mad at me when I call her when I’m drunk, and not get scared if I get really attached, and not consider it a wasted day if we never get out of bed, and have a pair of old dirty chuck’s somewhere in her closet, and not get mad that I never remember rules for scrabble, and make everything all better when I have a crappy day, so then I tried talking to her but it was awkward for some reason so I went home.
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