Dim under the charms of
Posted by louie louie on Friday, September 13, 2013
Remember that part of my life when I thought it would be sort of hot/fun to date someone younger?
Yeah I remember too.
Eh what about nung I actually started dating one? Someone younger I mean.
Yeah I remember too.
Eh yung part na I started to swear younger guys off my life?
Yeah I remember too.
Eh yung part na I realized that no matter what happened,
no matter how bad yung naging experience with that particular younger guy
I still can't shake off the fact na I still secretly hold a torch for younger guys.
No I don't bloody fucking remember that.
Why?
Well I don't know know, maybe it crept up on me.
How did I find out, you say?
Well I was reading this book.
It's about this girl, she's uptight and naggy and stuff and basically just needs fun in her life.
And this guy. This younger guy, he's all mischief and smirks and confidence and FUN and straight forward.
And all along, I knew that this younger guy wasn't really who she's supposed to end up with.
(I already read the book last year and I just want to read it again because I like wasting my life like that)
And as I read their scenes, I get super kilig more when it's about them than with the guy she's supposed to end up with.
The kind of kilig that makes me want to hurl stuff at the girly walls of my room.
Tapos with the guy she's supposed to end up with, I only get a bit smiley.
Well I started thinking it might have something to do with their personalities.
Because everyone knows I'll choose a fun personality over anything (except a decent bod, shoot me)
But they have very similar personalities.....
Oh God the longer I write, the more I realize how pathetic I sound talking about fictional characters.
But I can't help it, reading about them, makes me want one for myself.
Anyway I know I should have one by now if I wasn't so fucking awkward all the time,
or tamad, or if I wasn't such a bitch.
I don't really know what my point is anymore.
So bye.
My nose is dripping.
Yes I'm still sick.
At least I'm not bed ridden anymore you know.
Bye.
I should be at work. But I'm not.
Bye again.
Oh yeah well I think my point is, I don't think I'm closing my doors on the subject of younger guys
Kase I can't generalize them just because of one guy.
So yes, I'm not closing my doors on the idea of them,
But I AM closing my doors on that particular guy.
Blunt point. But yeah, that's me, trying to blog.
Bye.
Yeah I remember too.
Eh what about nung I actually started dating one? Someone younger I mean.
Yeah I remember too.
Eh yung part na I started to swear younger guys off my life?
Yeah I remember too.
Eh yung part na I realized that no matter what happened,
no matter how bad yung naging experience with that particular younger guy
I still can't shake off the fact na I still secretly hold a torch for younger guys.
No I don't bloody fucking remember that.
Why?
Well I don't know know, maybe it crept up on me.
How did I find out, you say?
Well I was reading this book.
It's about this girl, she's uptight and naggy and stuff and basically just needs fun in her life.
And this guy. This younger guy, he's all mischief and smirks and confidence and FUN and straight forward.
And all along, I knew that this younger guy wasn't really who she's supposed to end up with.
(I already read the book last year and I just want to read it again because I like wasting my life like that)
And as I read their scenes, I get super kilig more when it's about them than with the guy she's supposed to end up with.
The kind of kilig that makes me want to hurl stuff at the girly walls of my room.
Tapos with the guy she's supposed to end up with, I only get a bit smiley.
Well I started thinking it might have something to do with their personalities.
Because everyone knows I'll choose a fun personality over anything (except a decent bod, shoot me)
But they have very similar personalities.....
Oh God the longer I write, the more I realize how pathetic I sound talking about fictional characters.
But I can't help it, reading about them, makes me want one for myself.
Anyway I know I should have one by now if I wasn't so fucking awkward all the time,
or tamad, or if I wasn't such a bitch.
I don't really know what my point is anymore.
So bye.
My nose is dripping.
Yes I'm still sick.
At least I'm not bed ridden anymore you know.
Bye.
I should be at work. But I'm not.
Bye again.
Oh yeah well I think my point is, I don't think I'm closing my doors on the subject of younger guys
Kase I can't generalize them just because of one guy.
So yes, I'm not closing my doors on the idea of them,
But I AM closing my doors on that particular guy.
Blunt point. But yeah, that's me, trying to blog.
Bye.
