Thursday

Sometimes I get stuck in my head, I'm in a perfect situation, and I destroy myself by focusing on lies, how I don't have game, how I'm fucking up the interaction. I didn't really want to take anyone home that night, but there were these 2 women who were perfect. What was I scared of? Everything was there, I could have jumped into comfort so quickly. The way she wouldnt let go of my hand and squeezed the shit out of it as I left. I've got to figure this one out.. she was amazing though.. damnit. Maybe I'm still looking to build the social circle, and not wanting to deal with SNL/Logistics/getting attached. Maybe that's just an excuse... hmms