He's a nice guy. A nice guy. Alright student and doesn't skip class even though he'd rather sleep all day. I think he works a lot and appears to be very dedicated to whatever job it is that he has. STD free, that's important. I think he has some hobbies. Pretty attractive in comparison to your average passerby. Skinny. Tall enough, but not for my taste.
I've never marked myself as superficial. History will show I've got an eclectic taste for guys, but it's all because they're different from the rest. Doesn't matter if your nose is big or your shirt is weird, spark my interest with something smart and I'm knocking at your door. They always have be smarter than me too, don't they? Can't be having someone who's just playing catch-up...I want to chase that attitude for as far as the eye can see.
He tells me he wants to make me happy and give me things. I tell him I am happy and what I want doesn't matter. He says he doesn't care about himself and needs direction. I say I'm probably more lost than most and if he follows me into the jungle he's just going to get eaten alive. He tells me he has always loved me. I tell him this is getting to be touchy. He asks if I'm mad at him. I tell him I'm not mad. I look him dead in the eye and tell him that I'm sorry. I mean it, too. I'll never be able to accept him for who he is.
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