So here's the thing, I know a lot of fabulous women. I mean.. REALLY fabulous women. Intelligent, good-looking, fun, bright, energetic, funny as HELL. Yeah, so why do we turn into 15 year old girls with braces and a stutter about guys?
I mean really?
Here's a perfect example... the day is going along just fine and then it happens.
Happy, happy, fine, fine, omg...wait.. he didn't answer my text!
*stops my negotiations on an international arms deal to reflect*
What DID his last text say?
Hmmmmm. Wait, maybe that wasn't what he meant?
*looks at the clock*
What did I say?OMG I bet that wasn't what he meant! Why hasn't he answered??!?!
*waits a little longer*
Oh hell,what did I say? Why hasn't he answered?
*calls and rants uncontrollably to friend about this and says*
IT's been TWELVE minutes!!!!
Oh. Wait. It's him. Gotta go.
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