So I had a conversation with Damion last night. And I had stupidly said that we should hang out sometime. What was I thinking? I don't want to hang out. I should not have put myself in a situation where I could potentially, royally screw myself.
I thought about it, analyzed it and figure that the reason why I'm doing this could be one of the following:
a) I'm afraid of letting go.
Yes, we have only been on two dates. Two. But I could see us possibly going somewhere. More importantly, I could see him getting along with my friends, my mother and you know, just fitting in. Furthermore, Hobart is so deprived of boys that these ones are hard to find. That is probably why I did not want to let him go.
b) I want him to see me and know that I"m fabulous.
'Nuff said.
c) I just don't know why! I'm whiny and indecisive and don't know what I want! Somebody slap me around already!
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