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Originally Posted by Tactical Funky
I thought I was impervious to this mysterious feeling until tonight when I ran into a girl I used to hang out with a lot. I actually care about her on more than just a physical level, but we hadn't seen each other in almost a year.
Running into her made me feel...human. Weak and strong at the same time. Maybe I'm soon to outgrow my manwhore phase. Maybe not. But holy shit, I haven't felt butterflies in my stomach like that around anyone in forever. She's the whole package (brains, beauty, self-confidence, and wit).
For some reason, I can't convince myself to ask her out; it's as though I know I've been a "player" type for so long that I don't want to mess things up and destroy what could be a great relationship before it has the chance to get off the ground.
Does any of this crap make sense? Hold me.
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Dude, somewhere your testicles are rolling around without an owner. My advice is to find them.
Stop being a pussy. Shit or get off the pot. If you want to change the nature of your relationship with her you're going to have to pull the trigger. Either you'll f it up or you won't. If you f it up, big deal, move on. Whatever. I don't even know why I bother.
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