I caught up with my cousin Yvonne on Saturday. I casually mentioned that I was going out with Wendy that night. She asked about her and after hearing me described her said that she sounded nice, and asked how long have I been hanging out with her. I said, “Since mid Jan after I got back from my holidays.”
Yvonne: What?! And you are only telling me this now?
Me: Yeah there wasn’t anything to tell. We are just friends.
Yvonne: Why are you still friends?! Why haven’t you made your move?
Me: Erm I dunno.
Why not indeed. Wendy’s:
- dresses well,
- and likes to party.
Shite. That’s like two-thirds of things on my list. The remaining two are:
- likes dogs,
- and is a nympho.
Heh. I know she doesn’t hate dogs so I guess that leaves only one thing …
Seriously though, I cannot answer “why” myself. Why haven’t I felt anything? On the other hand, must I feel something? Is it that important to get butterflies in the stomach? Can’t a great relationship form from being cosy and comfortable with each other?
Although, the fact that I am writing this honestly here knowing that Wendy reads my blog occasionally (she only half gets this blogging thing) should mean something right? What though? Maybe I still don’t know what I want. Now that’s another truth. I just don’t want to force the situation when it’s like that.
Then again, sometimes I’m just too cerebral for the rest of my body. Actually scratch that, it’s every single-fucking-time.
Penis to Brain: We never do anything that I want to do! This sucks! I hate you!
When you start imagining a conversation between your penis and your brain, I think that’s a big sign that you need to get laid real BAD.
Is this a prologue to something? Well, it’s not the ending that’s for sure. 8)