"What do you mean 'nothing'...?" she inquisitively raised an eyebrow.
"I mean 'nothing' as in I've got nothing." her friend answered. "No physical boundaries have been crossed, if you catch my drift."
"And you've been hanging out this long? And, you've told him everything?" her eyebrow still raised in questioning disbelief.
Her friend looked back at her wide-eyed, nodding slightly, fully knowing the duration of the meet-cute continuum. "I don't really feel like I need to make the proverbial "moves" - it's pretty obvious at this point. I mean, maybe he's just not into me like that...? I can live with that. Maybe I just need to let go of this and move on to more consummate delicacies on the horizon?"
"You know what I'd do? I'd just say: "Hey, I want to kiss you." And then do it. I did that once to a guy, and he thanked me for being so forward."
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- Ali
- Fascinated by the movement of desire through Myth, literature, lyrics, religions, history, and shared experience -- and loving any good love story that arrests the heart and warrants a good sized cry towel -- I am a hopeless romantic at heart. But also a heady academic with a penchant for the feminine divine, who is rooted in a darling body wrought with emotions and feelings and perceptions of the vast and interpersonal relationships of the world, and effervescently intrigued by the dissolution of the fuzzy boundaries of self and other. More about me here: www.auspiciousprojects.com and twitterpated here: @manifestcookies
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