Oooh this is such an old post! This was from my more lustful days. Just check the date...
Crushes fleet and time flies. Tis not true?
Worried?!
I may be a brazen free spirit at times, and I might say boo to a goose and chuckle - but I'd pet the goose afterwards. (Sometimes I take the piss out of my cats: make them walk round in circles and nod, by waving fish/meat around.)
And I'm less crushy. I'd like to apologise to the man in a civilised manner. But, truth is, I'm far too candid and honest. Truth is, if he genuinely asked for... something, er, romantic, or summat, I wouldn't refuse.
But that doesn't mean my eyes would glaze over and I'd start slobbering, like I might have not so long ago. It's just the truth.
I have a problem with being too honest.
I'll take the "going gentle" bit on board. The word "overbearing" does describe my approach in some ways I s'pose. But surely, you know what it's like. I don't relieve myself of the responsibility of being silly whimsical and annoying - but, maaaaan, it's difficult to control these silly feelings at times.
I'm not a romantic, and certainly I'm a bit cynical - but some impulse in me was proving difficult to restrain for a short period. Evolutionary instinct, perhaps? (Now THAT excuses my transgressions :-P)
I am becoming better at restraining myself. Breathing in through my nose and repeating: "Plenty more fish in sea..." over and over again.
You see, I'm not exactly unattractive (not Claudia Schiffer either, but you know what me means) - I don't lack potential partners - but see to find someone I actually like...
I don't think he appreciates how fussy I am. (I'm not suggesting he ought to, bloomin', pursue something with me because I say that - but I'd hate to think that he doesn't understand how flattered he ought to feel. I'm hardly unintelligent and don't own a single white stick.) Although I suppose the impression I gave merited him thinking me rather debauched, and easy (like a Sunday morning). Tis not true.
But yeah - like I said - don't "fancy" him anymore. Crushes fleet. But like I also said: Nice guy; wouldn't refuse.
And I'll go gentle on him. If indeed I go anything on him hereafter.. .
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Er, I know Stewart. And I'm worried on his behalf. Go gentle on him, will ya?
Oooh this is such an old post! This was from my more lustful days. Just check the date...
Crushes fleet and time flies. Tis not true?
Worried?!
I may be a brazen free spirit at times, and I might say boo to a goose and chuckle - but I'd pet the goose afterwards. (Sometimes I take the piss out of my cats: make them walk round in circles and nod, by waving fish/meat around.)
And I'm less crushy. I'd like to apologise to the man in a civilised manner. But, truth is, I'm far too candid and honest. Truth is, if he genuinely asked for... something, er, romantic, or summat, I wouldn't refuse.
But that doesn't mean my eyes would glaze over and I'd start slobbering, like I might have not so long ago. It's just the truth.
I have a problem with being too honest.
I'll take the "going gentle" bit on board. The word "overbearing" does describe my approach in some ways I s'pose. But surely, you know what it's like. I don't relieve myself of the responsibility of being silly whimsical and annoying - but, maaaaan, it's difficult to control these silly feelings at times.
I'm not a romantic, and certainly I'm a bit cynical - but some impulse in me was proving difficult to restrain for a short period. Evolutionary instinct, perhaps? (Now THAT excuses my transgressions :-P)
I am becoming better at restraining myself. Breathing in through my nose and repeating: "Plenty more fish in sea..." over and over again.
You see, I'm not exactly unattractive (not Claudia Schiffer either, but you know what me means) - I don't lack potential partners - but see to find someone I actually like...
I don't think he appreciates how fussy I am. (I'm not suggesting he ought to, bloomin', pursue something with me because I say that - but I'd hate to think that he doesn't understand how flattered he ought to feel. I'm hardly unintelligent and don't own a single white stick.) Although I suppose the impression I gave merited him thinking me rather debauched, and easy (like a Sunday morning). Tis not true.
But yeah - like I said - don't "fancy" him anymore. Crushes fleet. But like I also said: Nice guy; wouldn't refuse.
And I'll go gentle on him. If indeed I go anything on him hereafter.. .
Thus ends my expatiation on the matter.
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