wrInkl3

Mine. That’s what I used to call my first. He’d hold me closer whenever I did, sometimes he’d lean down and whisper that he was all mine or would just call me baby. I would smile secretly into his chest whenever he did. I loved it when he called me that. Later I found out I loved it whenever any guy I liked called me baby. But for some reason I never called anyone but him mine.         Funny thing is I didn’t even think of him that way when we first started dating. I just saw him as a friend. But the longer our relationship lasted, the more I started to like him. At one point I thought I was in love with him until I r

“All guys are assholes,” My friend, Catherine, declared on New Years. It was about three or four in the morning and we were the only ones still up. Our other friends had fallen victim to exhaustion. “What do you mean?” “Well take Allen for example. Great guy. Funny, good looking, interesting, thought we had some chemistry. We fuck, he leads me on for about a week and then falls off the face of the earth. Why didn’t he just tell me he was looking for just a hook up? Why couldn’t he had just stop texting me after we fucked? I would have gotten the message. What point did he have in leading me on?&rdq

And then there’s Sarah. She’s my best friend, I think. Things might have changed a couple months ago when I asked her out and she turned me down. I ended up settling for my other friend, Becca, a sweet girl, but she’s not Sarah. Sarah is gorgeous, funny, amazing. She’s smart and she knows it. Sometimes she thinks she’s smarter than she really is. I’m not as smart as her, and sometimes I feel as if she looks down on me. If I ask her to explain something to me she stops and looks at me with confusion, as if she can’t believe somebody wouldn’t understand the topic she’s talking about. She tal