My life has always been a festival of missed opportunities. Always, from elementary to be so.
As I was writing that message to Monica, I told myself that at least this time it was supposed to be. Although his answer was quite eloquent message:
"One evening when you want no problem."
No, perhaps we had not understood. I wanted to see her that night. So what to do? Push a little 'and insist on the accelerator, or drop. I was, as usual. What I love is not never know what to do. What I do not guess it never with women. Sometimes I wondered how I had done to win the girls earlier. Love is like music. Two people must be in tune with each other, and most importantly, they must keep time. Time I ever went there. Always comes with one or two bars late.
As usual in my house with my girlfriend out to dinner and a guy that wanted to go, but probably I was slowly rejecting.
not take much to understand the rejection of a girl. Just touch her hand by mistake. If she moves her hand, then there is very little hope.
I was so myself. I used to trouble for anything. Davo gestures much more important than words. Only then the interpretation, it was all mine. Many times I chose what I would be more evil. For the pleasure to stay there.
I was thinking too. Monica. Now I had to hear her.
picked up the phone and I was already down the stairs.
'Go right, then tonight. In half an hour you are "
not much choice left them in fact. I was already in the car before she could answer me something. The seconds that passed until she told me they were very slow. I looked nervously at the phone, remove the ring, then put it back. Move it on the dashboard, then the passenger seat, still on the dashboard, then. Then finally the message came.
"Ok I'll wait."
The first step had been done. Very good, I managed to overcome this. Now maybe came a step more difficult. Do not become one with whom you can happily talk, or a good confidant, and probably make it clear that I did not want that from her. It was what I wanted too?
A more doubt on the accelerator pressed, before I came to Monica, my first questions would be solved.
Then another sms:
"Love is free, I'll see you soon to be '?"
Now what I should do. As always, even now I was out of time.
But Michael could not use me so. Always having to submit to its commitments. I was still a bit 'stronger. Then a light. Fighters.
half an hour I held firm. I sent a text message to Monica I asked her to wait. She said she had to do with a friend, and there was no problem. I said to Michael that I had another commitment now.
I reported this thing to cop shit, was impassive in making its checks. It would certainly end in fine. I saved that stopped two guys completely drunk and wasted no time with me.
I was the only one who had lost everything at that time. I had gone out of time again.
As I was writing that message to Monica, I told myself that at least this time it was supposed to be. Although his answer was quite eloquent message:
"One evening when you want no problem."
No, perhaps we had not understood. I wanted to see her that night. So what to do? Push a little 'and insist on the accelerator, or drop. I was, as usual. What I love is not never know what to do. What I do not guess it never with women. Sometimes I wondered how I had done to win the girls earlier. Love is like music. Two people must be in tune with each other, and most importantly, they must keep time. Time I ever went there. Always comes with one or two bars late.
As usual in my house with my girlfriend out to dinner and a guy that wanted to go, but probably I was slowly rejecting.
not take much to understand the rejection of a girl. Just touch her hand by mistake. If she moves her hand, then there is very little hope.
I was so myself. I used to trouble for anything. Davo gestures much more important than words. Only then the interpretation, it was all mine. Many times I chose what I would be more evil. For the pleasure to stay there.
I was thinking too. Monica. Now I had to hear her.
picked up the phone and I was already down the stairs.
'Go right, then tonight. In half an hour you are "
not much choice left them in fact. I was already in the car before she could answer me something. The seconds that passed until she told me they were very slow. I looked nervously at the phone, remove the ring, then put it back. Move it on the dashboard, then the passenger seat, still on the dashboard, then. Then finally the message came.
"Ok I'll wait."
The first step had been done. Very good, I managed to overcome this. Now maybe came a step more difficult. Do not become one with whom you can happily talk, or a good confidant, and probably make it clear that I did not want that from her. It was what I wanted too?
A more doubt on the accelerator pressed, before I came to Monica, my first questions would be solved.
Then another sms:
"Love is free, I'll see you soon to be '?"
Now what I should do. As always, even now I was out of time.
But Michael could not use me so. Always having to submit to its commitments. I was still a bit 'stronger. Then a light. Fighters.
half an hour I held firm. I sent a text message to Monica I asked her to wait. She said she had to do with a friend, and there was no problem. I said to Michael that I had another commitment now.
I reported this thing to cop shit, was impassive in making its checks. It would certainly end in fine. I saved that stopped two guys completely drunk and wasted no time with me.
I was the only one who had lost everything at that time. I had gone out of time again.
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