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2005-05-07 - 10:13 a.m. when harry met sally, i just can't seem to keep my pootang in my pants when it comes to my guy friends. we're ticking them off like contestants on some game show. *full disclosure. my jeans didn't come off and hands didn't wander, they didn't need to, kissing a friend is quite enough. arrrg. why do i make things so hard on myself. we were such good friends. but then he just kept looking at me so differently. all last night. these shy boy smiles, like he was checkin in on me. staying close on the shit i'm late!!! |
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