In Development
Baugh.
You know, I’m surrounded by a lot of really great guys. I am. It makes it easier for me to hold out to date better guys because I know they exist and they are my friends. But they’re SO great that sometimes I think about them in terms of “maybe someday I’ll date this guy and we’ll get married….psh I’d marry him tomorrow”, which is silly because it trivializes marriage but also I’m sure my guy friends would be weirded out about that. Though they will make fabulous husbands.
Sigh.
Having guy friends is hard and I’m only good at it up to a point. I’ve been burnt by the whole thing before, obviously, because I let it get out of hand, and now I’m better about maintaining perspective and control but…well….one of my guy friends want us to start hanging out weekly and….I’m really psyched about that but at the same time it’s a call to action, because it’s good but it’s got potential to be GREAT and it’s out of my hands. Same thing with this other guy who I keep wanting to hang out with and he never can, but then when run into each other he’s always hanging around me. I don’t know what he wants.
I hate this whole dancing around, this subtlety-laden language. Hate it. Blah. It’s enough to avoid them altogether, but they’re so pretty, I can’t help myself.
