Let's see...he texted me 4 times and I texted him 1 time. Ok so I'm still good.
(I'm just kidding, I don't really count)
I'm kidding, but partially not...if you know what I mean.
I used to just call whenever I feel like calling. I'd call 5 times a day if I feel like calling 5 times a day. I'd call at 4 in the morning if that's what I want...but what happened with P reminds me that I have no choice but to do these stupid shits 95% of the time. Why? because 95% of men have undevelopped brains. It's stupid but that's how they function and if that's how they like it, then that's what I'll give them. I will count the stupid numbers, I will pick the right day on the calendar and do all the math before calling. If they like hard-to-get, I'll just make sure they NEVER get it.
I'm curious to know what will happen with that Bob...
| Me: Are u dying to see me? Bob: only your legs and your pervert talk =p **That =p is totally annoying. Me: So when do u wanna see my legs n hear my pervert talk? Bob: hmmmmm Me: ur such an indecisive lil boy Bob: haha. it's just that I have visitors here for the next week so not sure when I can. How's your mouth? **Why the hell does he care about my mouth... Me: My mouth is great, my face is pretty and my legs are still long Bob: Hot Hot **That's all?! eurrrk. |