Let me tell you about how I have fallen in love with a girl.
It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be chilled, and casual, you know? I never thought that I would have met my next love in Beaulah, and had our first chat in KFC, but it happened. Something beautiful sprouted from my two worst things; a disgusting company that disregards animal rights and laws, and a boring lesbian club full of thirty-odd sad women on the prowl for fresh meat. It certainly was interesting though, having my pirate shirt unbuttoned on the dance floor by a group of girls I BARELY just met.
She laughed at my dance moves.
We don’t have very much in common, at all. I’m sex drugs rock and roll, and she’s tea fitness and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
We listened to Disney songs in Spanish together, and argued who is the bigger player, and somewhere between watching her smile while on her cloud swing, and having calcuccios in the stadium park, I fell for her.
I wasn’t supposed to. I think I’m still trying to fight it, and god, I know she is. It’s scary. I didn’t think I was going to find someone for a while still, and typically I’ve found someone so amazing that I can’t give up the chance to be with her.
It just feels strange. Like I’m doing something I shouldn’t. It’s different to how it was the last time I fell for somebody. It’s slower, and cautionary, and I don’t really know what the hell I’m doing. I guess I’m just gonna have to hold thumbs and hope that eventually, when I get hurt, I’ll still look back and think, “well at least it was worth it, for both of us.”
Officially in a relationship.
Here I go again!
SO THERE’S THIS GIRL!
and I’m like wowowowowowowow :)
Einstein is fabulous.