Don’t read this if it’s about you.
She is going crazy. Asking if she can delete my number and facebook, then instantaneously OKC messaging me saying I DON’T HAVE YOUR NUMBER OR FACEBOOK SO I DON’T KNOW HOW GET IN TOUCH WITH YOU. CAN YOU TAKE ALL REFERENCES TO ME ON YOUR WEB SITE DOWN. She is going to accuse me of rape or something. Or have some guy kick my ass. Oh well.
What can you do with someone like this. How can you even communicate. I would like to say: look, I want to be friends with you. You are interesting, and you seem like you need someone to talk to. You seem like you are lonely. I am a person, so, I can help you with loneliness. I don’t give a shit about you in the best sense which is, I don’t judge. I don’t care if you suck dick for money or get arrested or do porn or punch some dude with a fist full of keys. As long as it’s not me. I don’t want to date you, but I am interested in you, and, if possible, I would like to be a bulwark against you killing yourself or something. I want to be friends with you and help you. So, how about it.
She told me she bought a Lamborghini. She told me she has lupus and is going to die. She might as well have told me she is a wizard. She told me she knew it might be a one night stand and is now flipping out that I’m not interested in her. She would text me constantly, then tell me she doesn’t want to be friends with me. That if we were in the same room she wouldn’t talk to me. I mean, fine. But I’m not here to hurt you, fool. Use me for what I am good for.
But there’s only one speed you have which is crazy crazy crazy all the time. You are lonely, which makes you get crazy attached, which drives dudes away, which makes you lonely, which makes you get crazy attached. But you are young and hot and have a pussy so, it’s not a neckbeard school shooting type of lonely. It’s the type of lonely where you can keep getting guys to spend a day or two at a time with you. You can’t kick heroin because you can keep getting little tastes and the withdrawal is just too fucking hard. Meanwhile a lonely dude might find some kind of peace with his loneliness. Address the larger issue. Or not, he would shot up a school.
Anyway. You’re hot and I liked texting with you, but I’m scared of you. I’m scared of hurting you and I’m scared of you going full bore crazy and hurting me. So chill out, honey. I’m not your enemy. Plus, let’s bone one more time.