You are not the person I would call when I feel like I need to have a boost myself. If so, I'd call you everyday and you'd just hate that. I'll call you when I feel like there is no other person in this world who would like to hang out with me on a Friday night. Don't get me wrong, you are not my last resort. Actually, you are my first but I'm just to fucking manipulative to actually beg you to spend a few hours with me. Besides, you'll just hate that and tell everybody else about how I begged and begged for your company.
I'm past that, don't worry.
I love the fact that I am no longer compelled to have this fairy tale fantasy about you. I love the fact that I no longer think of myself as a victim. I am nothing more than but a person who likes to be with you from time to time.
I like talking to you because talking to you means more than the usual innuendos and corporate jokes. Talking to you means trying to catch up, wondering what's happening with people we both know and simply trying to understand what ticks the other person off without being frank about it.
One thing irks me though...
...Why do you keep asking about my views on having a boyfriend every time we meet?
A little bit flustered,
Someone Anxious
