***Editor's note: Today's guest post is from Peaches. Thanks, Peaches! ***
You’re not sure he’s going to come over tonight, but just in case, you wait to wash off your make-up until just before you go to bed, and then fall asleep with your phone on your bedside table.
You find a shirt of his at your place. It’s dirty and sweaty, and you smell it. The smell is intoxicating.
You avoid meeting other perfectly cute, perfectly single and perfectly available people.
You send an anonymous post to Datingisweird.com, hoping he’ll read it, and leave her.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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8 comments:
yep...been there. Except that last part ;) good luck!!
Danger Will Robinson! Danger! will he know who's writing this? seriously, tho, a question a girl has got to ask these days
Oh what a dangerous web we weave. To many single and looking professionals out there. Eh, like me...
Maybe you should leave him, Stef. After you ditched all your friends, for some hyper immature dude from craigslist.
Ive never known suffering in silence to do someones heart alot of good.
Stef? So someone does recognize peaches?
Whoa.
Can I have my shirt back?
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