Babe, even though I only see you on the TV screen,
With all those girls and your toys and your pleasured scream
I’ll easy spend up all this loving for my dream boy
I don’t want to share. Even when it’s quiet, I’ll be thinking about you
I’ll be thinking about you, babe, I’ll be thinking about you.When you’re with that other girl, I hope you’re thinking about me, I hope you’re thinking bout me, babe.
Cause I’m thinking about you.
“You are too old for me. I mean don’t get me wrong, I have always been sexually attracted to you, but I don’t think I can live up to your expectations.”
Hello! It’s me. Single and fabulous. I just called to saaaay I Love You!
What? Can’t one just do this once in a lifetime just because life is beautiful, Santa is coming and there are a lot of parties in town?
I know, I know. You are emotionally unavailable, you have a girlfriend, we don’t match, this is not working out for your blah bleh bleh! I don’t care. I am in California Dreamin’ 😎
I think it’s about time you admit that you have a crush on me!
– I admit.
– I want that and that and that too. I want you to give me at least everything I gave you and well of course, don’t get boring. Confessions always bring misery and punishment is required.
– So now I have to make a decision or …say something?
That would be the painful outcome of starting this conversation, wouldn’t be?
– Not if you see it like that.
Right now it’s all fucked up. I haven’t had the right experiences or enough wisdom to figure out how telling someone you’re in love with might actually end up in your favor. And because of that I am afraid of doing it and probably a very large amount of singles are too. Tinder knows best.
So you are my SO. Am I yours?
Last year, the day after Christmas, Santa brought me a fine, smart, good looking guy who I ruined all my changes with on our 3rd date. So after 3 months, 2 weeks and 4 days, there he was knocking at my door. It was 3am and I was still awake totally confident that I will get a good present if I’ll just be a good girl. Well not really, but then it sure was…the best 3 morning sex hours ever!
So girls, if u ever dream to see or have something like that, start believing in Santa Claus and be good! But try not asking the guy too many questions. You might be hearing what I heard when I asked him what are his thoughts about me:
“You are like a beautiful chair which you worked hard to get and then you put it in your living room and you like to look at it.”
Now, he mumbled some “that’s not what I meant” crap and added “a very expensive chair”, but I just accepted that I am beautiful and he likes to look at me and that in his furniture world chairs are extremely important and wonderful…beings. 😀 I sent him back to North Pole and told Santa I am gonna behave more this year. Cuz that wasn’t the gift I had in mind.
Do you think that maybe Santa is sending us different kind of presents when we grow up? Like experiences in which we found ourselves objectified and start seeing objects like they matter?
Now, girls, if you grew up you might have heard of Karma. Well Karma is the new Santa and it’s not coming only the day after Cristmas. 😐💃🏻