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you know...
you're attracted to someone... they are totally rad... but they have (and are had by) someone in their life already. you never really want to get into some stupid waiting thing. you have enough friends already...
we're not out after exactly the same thing... but well...
this guy knows...
Hobo #1: So then she said she just wanted to be friends, and I was like, "What do you mean by "friends?" Like shake-hands friends? Cause I don't need friends to shake hands with. I'm looking for pussy."
new york city... where self-respecting hobos have phones and limited patience for relationship drama.
she wants to shake-hands.
i want to sit with her at the kitchen table doing homework in near silence. not actively engaged in much else... but knowing full well that when we do finally get tired and lie down to sleep... it will be together.
i want to have a pavlovian joy response at the familiar sound of her keys in the door.
i want to take a saturday afternoon to bake bread together.
i guess want... a lot of things. they are all idealized and as such must exist solely in my head.
you know...
you're attracted to someone... they are totally rad... but they have (and are had by) someone in their life already. you never really want to get into some stupid waiting thing. you have enough friends already...
we're not out after exactly the same thing... but well...
this guy knows...
Hobo #1: So then she said she just wanted to be friends, and I was like, "What do you mean by "friends?" Like shake-hands friends? Cause I don't need friends to shake hands with. I'm looking for pussy."
new york city... where self-respecting hobos have phones and limited patience for relationship drama.
she wants to shake-hands.
i want to sit with her at the kitchen table doing homework in near silence. not actively engaged in much else... but knowing full well that when we do finally get tired and lie down to sleep... it will be together.
i want to have a pavlovian joy response at the familiar sound of her keys in the door.
i want to take a saturday afternoon to bake bread together.
i guess want... a lot of things. they are all idealized and as such must exist solely in my head.
you're attracted to someone... they are totally rad... but they have (and are had by) someone in their life already. you never really want to get into some stupid waiting thing. you have enough friends already...
we're not out after exactly the same thing... but well...
this guy knows...
Hobo #1: So then she said she just wanted to be friends, and I was like, "What do you mean by "friends?" Like shake-hands friends? Cause I don't need friends to shake hands with. I'm looking for pussy."
new york city... where self-respecting hobos have phones and limited patience for relationship drama.
she wants to shake-hands.
i want to sit with her at the kitchen table doing homework in near silence. not actively engaged in much else... but knowing full well that when we do finally get tired and lie down to sleep... it will be together.
i want to have a pavlovian joy response at the familiar sound of her keys in the door.
i want to take a saturday afternoon to bake bread together.
i guess want... a lot of things. they are all idealized and as such must exist solely in my head.