There's this fine blonde sort who really is right at the top of the current hit list. Thing is, she's not the type I usually go for. She's smart, talks philosophy, interesting, deep, funny, adventurous, ambitious, political. Unattainable. To cut a long story short, i'm abso*****nglutely head over heels. She's hot too. The obvious thing to do is to lay my cards down on the table early, to prevent heartbreak down the line. I, however, am an absolute twatting pussy when it comes to her. To provide some context, I just spent near on a week around this girl, we're the type who tend to gravitate towards each other when drunk, but also when sober we often exchange meaningful ideas as well as copious glances. TSR, what's my next move you collection of sexually frustrated virgins? | |||
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A plea, cry for help
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