I wrote a while back about how I’m just a social retard when it comes to men, but lately I’ve been thinking this is a good thing. Sometimes it’s better to sit back and shut up and wait for the feeling to pass.
I dunno if it’s just me but I get this hormonal thing, a few days before my period. It’s like a mega-crush on some random dude and suddenly it seems like he’s The One, that my life would be perfect if only we were together. I’d be like 10 kgs lighter and my hair would always sit right and I’d have the perfect flirty but not too slutty reply for any situation. Our lives would be surrounded by sparkles and glitter. If only I could work up the courage to say ‘hello’ or to bat your eyelashes in a seductive manner.
Then, a few days later, you realise that you have been moping over a guy who can’t even get a job as a drummer in a metal band and you thank your lucky stars he’s never going to know.