Now, generally, loving relationships don't start with a greeting and then the guy running off with the umbrella in your school bag to get your attention. But, thats basically how it started.
And I can honestly say, he's what I need. He's honest, and that can make him come off as a jerk sometimes, but if you don't already know, I like that in a person. No sugar coating it.
We don't go on "dates", and I don't mind, we have nights. hanging out at each others house and just watching T.V. or listening to the Radio (101.7 the FOX, gotta love it.) I like his house better personally, because we can go into his 'garage' and just hang out. I guess he likes my place better for... whatever reason.
Hes the first actually atractive guy I've had. And he refuses to accept it, hes almost 6'0 tall, curly brown hair, and fit. Oh my lord and Jesus christ is he fit.
And, to my dismay, he can pick me up like I'm a ragdoll. And sadly, he does.
He always smells faintly like motor oil, (Hes a mechanic), and Axe.
The good kind of Axe though. Not the "Oh dear fucking god I can't breath, go away!" Axe.
Hes all around damn near perfect for me, hes creative, logical, stupid at times, funny, and can make me smile. Which, if you know me, isn't an occurence that happens that often. Which makes people wonder around me if I'm either up to something, or that hes just insane like me.
We don't care what people think, why should we?
Its not like we're getting anywhere in life by constantly worrying about "that bitch" who thinks we're "not good enough", and she spreads rumors about someone being a slut by sleeping with everyone.
Idiot much?
Keep it Bittersweet Bitches.
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