IT IS MY SECOND FAVORITE MONTH.
NO-SHAVE NOVEMBER a.k.a NOVEMBEARD.
Now, on to new business.
I am in a pickle.
Well.
Not a pickle per se,
but i do have a lot of thinking to do.
There's a Man, and this Man likes me.
And I think he's really cute and funny
He has long hair and a beard. Actually its more like a Goatee...
Anyway, you know I'm a sucker for that.
However, i feel as thought I'm being way to picky about him.
He doesn't have a strong jawline, and that ALWAYS makes to go crazy nuts.
He doesn't "stimulate" my mind. I cant talk about old movies or books.
He's just not into it.
We don't have a problem talking,
but we fail to have stimulating, intelligent conversations.
Last night we talked about getting drunk.
Fun, but not the only thing on my mind.
Oh, yeah and his ex-girlfriends.
I pretty much know everything about his life.
And I'm okay with that, but I'm more of a private person
(said on an online blog...)
But i just don't feel that i can just tell him things.
Now don't get me wrong, he has his moments.
He's Very sensitive, and he's not ashamed to tell me about the times he has cried.
And he is a beautiful artist, and he is passionate.
But these moments are few and far between.
He's an open book... and that makes me stand off a little.
People say opposites attract, and i am attracted.
Its a weird feeling i have. And i don't know what to do.
Maybe i'll just go with the flow.
Guuh...
Wish me sane, wish me something.
P.S.
Funny story.
My first year of college, there was this guy that worked at a museum at my school.
He had dreads, and therefore automatically had my heart.
We was tall, he had a beard. He was gorgeous.
I love the Photography Museum, and i used to go all the time to look at the photos... and him
This year, there is this guy that has a class across the hall from my Japanese class.
He has crazy wavy hair, really tall. He wears glasses and he has a beard.
GORGEOUS. I find myself waiting for him to either be sitting outside, or walking to his class.
Yesterday i saw him outside the photography museum...
And then something clicked.
Its the same guy.
Funny how fate does things.
