Coffee date. In the day, which some would call tomorrow, but all in the end would agree on today. I'm really excited. So excited that I texted her. A ridiculous statement of: I'm drunk, damn it, hope you don't mind. Fuck. I'm a fool.
She hates this town. She said it. It actually hurt me to hear her say she hated the place I've loved since I'd seen it. I think she'll change her mind if she meets people, sees things, loves the music. The music, I think, would be enjoyable by her. When I thought she was a lesbian: it turns out she was just fucking hardcore. So I misjudged completely. So I hope she learns to love the town. If she hates hippies THAT much: it wasn't meant to happen (as perfect as she is in my eyes [i doubt myself whether I've seen flaws]).
I know I'm just building myself up for another Jehova's witness moment (don't ask [me])
She hates this town. She said it. It actually hurt me to hear her say she hated the place I've loved since I'd seen it. I think she'll change her mind if she meets people, sees things, loves the music. The music, I think, would be enjoyable by her. When I thought she was a lesbian: it turns out she was just fucking hardcore. So I misjudged completely. So I hope she learns to love the town. If she hates hippies THAT much: it wasn't meant to happen (as perfect as she is in my eyes [i doubt myself whether I've seen flaws]).
I know I'm just building myself up for another Jehova's witness moment (don't ask [me])