Boys boys all type of boys
The date was a success! I even ate an oyster. Not raw though. Gross.
All this is just practice for my trip to MA in a few weeks. Warm ups. Gotta get back into the groove so I don’t embarrass myself. Boston, be ready!
God I love cute boys. I love them so much. I want all the boys all the time. boys boys all type of boys. Gimme gimme gimme.
He’s kinda out of my league, an archaeologist, a Purple Heart vet, tall, a musician, this thick curly hair, very manly, very sexy. I’m just dumb old me.
But he wants to see me again, so I’m not questioning it. (Well I’m questioning it a little cause I’m neurotic as fuck.)
Even before we met I told him I was a thick girl with thick thighs. Look at these thick thighs I said.
And he still showed up! He still wanted to touch me! He still wanted to get close to me!
Don’t ask me why. We aren’t questioning it remember?
How do men always know though? Not long after I got home, I get a text from the guy who blew me off a few weeks ago. Apologizing for his “foul behavior”.
Too late buddy!
(It’s not too late)