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The more I think that I understand about girls, the less I really do.
I think the process of agreeing with any opinion you hold is always the
downfall of that opinion.
Once you hold something is true, the world will find as many ways to
screw it up as possible. The only eternal truth, which I must cease to
believe.
The dynamic I have with this certain girl is one of direct hardship.
Every time we are around each other, we must constantly bicker, and demean
each other to the point at which we both wonder why we are even there.
A few stolen kisses, and the brief accounts of our worthwhile
conversations which usually left much to be desired.
When you are constantly mocking each other, you never want to let
your true feelings out.
Which we've shown on numerous occasions, when she admits to wanting
to date me, and then I have to fuck it up by responding with how queer she
sounds after saying I'm "insert this."
"Man, you must be really lame."
She of course feels bad after the exchange, which I try to apologise
for, considering I'd love to date her.
But then again, when I do the same thing, and attempt to be open and
honest about my feelings, she hits me right back.
The break in conversation we had last night.
Finally after our many errors, and humiliations, we were real for 20
minutes, until our friends came along which always destroys our ability to
be sincere.
I told her to leave, which she did.
The last thing I said was, "The half of our open, and honest
relationship is trying to figure out what the other person is thinking."
And with that she nodded, we hugged one of those hugs we've had many
times before. The ones where you take back all of the things you said
during the night, and wish you could have just said the right things.
And we then departed, not wanting to be the person who held on too
long.
I have had many open and honest relationships, but none of them were
this much fun, or this painful.
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