If that turned around, I've grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about.

It's my visceral-mental reaction to commitment that makes my eyes pop out of my head at every nice boy who smiles at me.

I met my first VCU male friend (read: hot guy that I want to--nevermind.) today. He was... Ah. Beautiful voice. Beautiful dark skin. Quiet but intense emotion behind his eyes and, oh. I wish. So who's going to be taking Biology next year? Hmm?

But

I WANT THIS.

I just need to give it a rest.

Where are all of these cuties when I am bitching about how lonely and unexciting my life is?!