John Lim Must Be Having An Awesome Day
I guess I saw this coming. I mean there are, in my opinion, three different kinds of girls. Those out of your league. Those in your league. And those that might have at one point been in your league, but you went out with their best friend, so no longer are.
I’d like to think that maybe she falls into that third category, but for all I know she’s got season tickets to the first…
Unfortunately I have no interest in the girls falling into the second category…
And why exactly did I see this coming? Because my name is Josh fucking Wood. And because I can’t read women. And because I alittle too soft. Although I probably should be rock hard. But I can’t blame this specific her, it’s not her fault.
It just really sucks when your roommate has gone out to drink because he’s depressed and left you at home listening to The Refreshments. And you manager to convince yourself that she’s not miss right, that she’ll just do right now. And then she calls you and against every logical bone in your body you invite her over and she comes over… Because deep down you’re a fucking masochist. And you just talk to her. Not hidden agenda, you just talk. And nothing is off limits. Any topic is fair game, because she’s just a really great girl like that. And you want to lean in. You want to be that guy that can kiss her, but you genuinely like hearing what she has to say. And you enjoy the sound of her voice. And you hang on every fucking word she says, and you’re interested. And you have no problem looking into her eyes as she speaks. And you want to fucking kiss her, but you don’t know if your reading into things. You don’t know if having gone out with her friend is an issue, and you don’t want to ruin anything. and then she leaves, and you walk her out to her car. And she tells you to have a great day at work. And you just want to scream at her that you’re crushing on her. But you don’t, because you don’t want to freak her out. Because you want to hang out with her again tomorrow. Because you’re a fucking masochist


August 31st, 2007 at 10:27 am
Brother… Girls don’t come over at night to “talk”. Can’t you be more like me? I’ve been mellow lately and theres a reason. His name is Roman. We have been talking a lot.
Two words, LIQUID COURAGE. Its the ice breaker you need.
And no, the friend thing is not a problem. Ask Roman. And his best friend.