I had a small ICQ chat with her yesterday and what it all boils down to is the evil question of “what do you want?”. ‘Cause what I want is blatantly obvious and as usual it’s up to the female to set the limits of how far to go which is why I had to ask it. I dunno if I’m just too old for the “love me/love me not” games. Anyway, she couldn’t come up with good answers so I just laid it out for her, she has my number, call me when she’s figured it out. Which I’m pretty sure means I’ll never hear from her regarding this ever. Which leaves me wondering what’ll happen next time we meet at a party? Knowing me I’ll probably exercise the better part of valor and leave cause I don’t wanna feel like I did yesterday ever again.
What do I want?… I wanna quote Max Payne (the videogame): “The things that I want by Max Payne. A smoke. A whisky. For the sun to shine. My wife and baby girl back. Unlimited ammo and a license to kill. Right then, more than anything, I wanted her.”
Now let’s start thinking about the opposite of that question – “who are you”…
(I think you’re gonna have to see “Babylon 5” to know what I’m talking about)
stoff
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