"once upon a time a girl told me i was cute. i was cute and she was available. but she wasn't available and i'm not into sharing. or games. i was cute and she was cute. she talked to a guy on the phone at midnight. she wasn't talking to me. they're weren't talking and she was available plus i was cute. we played around a lot. a few pushes and taps every now and then. a couple of jokes about skinny-dipping in my pool and body massages given later in the day. then she was gone and really unavailable. and i was alone but still cute."
""stop fooling yourself", i say to myself. then you look at me. i'm thinking that you and i could make it. but you've got a man. don't deny it, it's true. the two of you casually date. if you're dating, he's your man. if you talk at midnight, he's your man. i may be new but i've heard things and i catch on fast. you like guys, lots of guys. you like me, i can tell. but i don't want to be a statistic. guy number 10, 50, or 200. still when you look at me, it's like we were meant for each other. when our eyes meet, mine brown, yours seductive, only we exist in that moment of bliss. totally oblivious to everyone and everything around us. i know you feel it too. and when ou talk to the guy who's not your man tonight, think about that. think about me and try not to call him my name."
9-9-99...9-15-99...i don't know why i'm posting these two separate thoughts about one girl, flashbacks of a past me i guess.
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