I love it when Andrew touches my back while we're sitting together or when I'm playing Magic.
It just feels so good!
I just love it when he touches me.
Whether it's pulling my hair back to the side (which I think he never does actually...) or kissing me or hugging me I love it all!
I'm his girlfriend :)
It's funny how you talk to someone somewhere public and then theyre completely different when you talk to them alone...
It's comparing you vs the world. Which is more important?
I like finding out that I am...
But sometimes that just doesn't happen
No matter how many sweet words are exchanged.
Someone asked me for my number today... :)
I didn't give it to him
He was very nice though
But I was with my little cousin and it was pretty awkward.
I feel pretty.
:)
I looked good today. I received so many compliments!
<3
Someone said Andrew is a very lucky guy to have me returning home to him tomorrow
And I said "Yeap, he sure is. But I'm a lucky girl too."
'Cause I miss him.
<3
It's nice being pretty. I like to smile
Sometimes people just feel special when you give them a hug
And will take a break from work just to see your face.
:)))
Idiot... you should have asked me about iPhones
I know I'm stalking you, but not really that much because you're my buddy online
But I used to make money buying and selling and jailbreaking those things
Since I was 14 too!
I don't touch those things anymore though
They're gross
But I'm still pretty clever and know where up to date facts come from
I like Andrew a lot.
He really makes me happy.
My heart always melts whenever he says something sweet, I'm just a sucker for good lines!
I like that I'm physically attracted to him too.
I feel like he's the kind of guy girls friendzone but should give a chance. I'm glad I did!
He says and does a lot of cute romantic things and actually means them.
He also really cares about me and wants me to be happy. I can feel it!
A lot of guys hit on me and pretend to be sweet and what not. I don't like it and feel uncomfortable around them most of the time because I know they just wanna fuck me.
I like the guys who think I'm adorable and just want to be around me. That's fine.
I don't know what the point of this post it.
Maybe it's to rant about how many guys have asked for my picture in texts.
Or all the false compliments I've received.
Like today I was shopping and some guy said that this one dress would look really good on me and tried talking to me. It was kind of a skanky dress.
Actually, maybe I'm just awkward around people and am really vain.
I didn't give him my number and told him my phone was broken.
Tonight another guy who's a friend though asked for a pic of me in the dress I just bought. That felt weird too.
Maybe I'm just weird.
I don't hate Tommy or want to be with him anymore or anything.
It's just that his mom still bothers me. Like how she kept telling me I was fat.
I just have this really bad want to prove myself worthy. You know? I just want her to realize that I was good enough (actually, I'm too good) for Tommy.
Tommy's wife is just so much worse than me when using his mother's guidelines.
(I'm sure she's a sweet and caring girl who loves him. They deserve each other, I'm just going to rant about materialistic things.)
Firstly, I am much, much prettier than his wife....
His wife is white, I can speak and write Viet
Tommy's mom was so embarrassed about his wife that no Viet people were invited to the wedding...
Her own son's wedding.
Anyway, I come from a very, very good family
Viet families with sons always get introduced to me and my sister
I'm smarter.
I'm going to school now and will become a doctor. I was pushing Tommy to be a lawyer. I even studied with him.
I'm younger. It's pretty fantastic being an 18 year old girl.
I was more active in the Viet community, Magic has taken up some time though
I was more fashionable. I've gotten lazy after dating a hippie and going to college. Ha
I had everything expensive, including the stupid Mont Blanc pens in my stupid Fendi bag.
You know those pens were $800 and Tommy lost one??
I am musically inclined.
Do you know how many performances I've done? I play every freaking Viet instrument and old people love that shit. Stay close to your roots.
I'm not bad at sports. I did tennis and volleyball. I was cute in a tennis skirt back then...
And Tommy was actually in love with me.
Do you know what drinking orange juice feels like?
It's like a cold rush of liquid that bursts into your mouth and then starts to tear apart the stitches holding the skin of your cheeks together. When enough skin has been pulled apart the orange juice burns the partially open wound with its citric acid. Then all you can do is apply some pressure to your cheeks in hope that it'll all be over soon.
Stupid orange juice.
I will never forget the day I took pills from sketchy guy without teeth on a Chinatown bus from New York to Orlando.
I probably got high off of his unending compliments and words of appreciation just because I was willing to talk to him and didn't run away.
It made me feel like a good person...
But I'm not
I think
I want the guys who I've met randomly at shops in New York to think
"I remember her, I bought her a coffee."
Or
"That's the cute Asian girl who was nice enough to let me take back that attack to win a draft match!"
Or
"Hey... I remember her! I gave her a pack of Mirrodin Besieged a while ago."
This is when I become famous in the Magic world after winning $50k from a pro tour.
Similar thoughts from DC and Barcelona will happen too. :)
At first it seemed like a typical lecture from my dad.
"You know a lot more than when you were 16. Like when you wrote 'Bear' on the side of a mountain..."
At that point I began holding back tears
Too many strong memories came from that stupid statement
Just really, really old feelings.
A little later into the lecture my dad asked me why I was crying and if I felt sad.
Then I just walked away into the bathroom I'm in now to let the tears escape
I don't understand.
Something's wrong, maybe chemicals or something.
I might not have drank enough water today
But I really miss my boyfriend
And I want to hug my pillow to pretend it's him
Like when I sleep over and we get to cuddle :(
18 is a young number
It's kind of like 16
For me anyway
Think any grown up girls feel like this?
