Seriously with a B?
So I still couldn’t get over the whole flirting thing. Because yeah, I want to bitch about it. Supposedly, I want to throw a very bitchy attitude on Brad.
Well, let me create a clear picture - Brad, so busy; me, beginning to get a little flirty. I mean, come on… a girl got to do what a girl got to do sometimes.
Seriously? He’s busy? I mean, what’s all with that we will talk at a better time. Seriously? Which time is it? Hmmn let me see, today is out of the mundaneness of our everyday chats. Oh yeah, he’s just missing a whole new level, which I supposedly has taken risk of.
Oh yeah, I have this crazy crazy thoughts all day, actually since last night. The closest I could get of doing away with it is talking to the object of my coital desire. Ugh! I haven’t been able to make a quarter of my supposedly moves. Ha! Maybe it’s not meant to be, not just yet.
So okay, I could not really bitch about him. I always ask myself why? I have this careful instincts around him. He’s warm and fuzzy after all. I don’t know. Yeah, I do fancy him but I guess my carnal thoughts come with a little respect. I think it’s safe not to expound on the idea. Crazy indeed, huh?
Well, anyway, I have opened my gmail and there I’ve found his last line:
Brad: ok, %110, you have me now. right here
instantaneously
I could really be a complete bitch, huh? But then again, this is one of the reason why I want to be with him. Probably flirt with him eventually… for real. Yeah… I could’ve stayed for a second.
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