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i'm gonna call the girl Concussion now, because she doesn't want her name on here. fame -- so much to be concerned with...or maybe she's paranoid.

so yeah, Concussion. i really like her. unfortunately, nothing i say can be original right now. one of the down parts of falling for someone is the lack of creativity that ensues. happiness & infatuation result in shitty, cliched writing & sticky sweet stories about shit no one besides yourself & the other person care about...

i can feel that she really likes me, but it's hard to understand why...because she still doesn't seem like someone who'd like me. i guess this is good, because sometimes when i think a person SHOULD like me, i lose interest easily.

a guy we were hanging out with made some comment to me about Concussion, leading me to believe that he thought we'd known one another for a long time. i told him we'd been hanging out for a week. he was surprised & said that we seem really close. i thought that was cool, because i do feel close to her. is it always this easy?

i love words & she's a wordsmith...as much of a dork as i am, this is hugely important to me. she may be the first i've ever REALLY dated.

she feels good. her words, the looks she gives me, the way she uses words, the stories she tells, the knowledge she wants to share, the sweet gestures (like the paper flower elaminated in scotch tape stuck under my windshield wiper), her intonation, snuggling & talking about nothing/everything...

...it doesn't hurt that i like the way she dresses, that she's older, that she's published a book, or that she's hysterical & cynical...

...she looks at me so intensely, like she's trying to read my mind.

{ she feels good. especially naked. }

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hey rainwolfkin, she's a pisces!!