Family Guy and Arrested Development weren't on last night, so it was a prime opportunity for my roommates and I to engage in an intimate discussion about dating and the appeal of dirty talk. The latter made me slightly squeamish, as we all know I blush at the mere mention of the S word, but I still love talking about it incessantly.
BR2 insists that honesty is the best policy when it comes to dating, and that if you want to be with someone, you should tell that person. That goes against He's Just Not That Into You and everything I've ever been taught. The honest approach (if taken too soon) just leaves the guy running scared and me with the word "psycho" stamped on my forehead.
BR1 reminds BR2 that he's never lived with girls before and doesn't he know that girls like to "talk about relationship problems over and over, rather than come to a solution"? I say that while that's true, I want a solution, as I continue to talk about a nonexistent problem between me and my crush. "Is it possible that he still likes me?" I ask. "Of course it's possible, because nothing's really happened to make him think otherwise," BR2 responds, as he lifts up his leg, and lets out a loud fart. "That's what I think about that conversation," he says.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Wednesday, October 5, 2005
I love the inner dialogue that's contstantly churning in my head. I actually said, "Hmm, I think I'll Google my crush," just now, in my mind. How on EARTH did we function back in the day when there was no Google, Friendster or My Space? Lately, I've had friends of mine actually contact other friends of mine they wanted to talk to...so friends of friends can get to know other friends. I never thought the day would come when Friendster would live up to its mission. I love Friendster. I love stalking. I love that Friendster now lets you see who's stalking you. I found out that BR2 is stalking me. How interesting...I think I'll Google my crush.