Old School. The kind where the guy makes the first move and true love is somewhere just around the corner. This has always been the case. You couldn't tell by looking at me the way I refuse to wear anything but over sized guy clothing. I've basically been this way since I started dressing myself when I was three. It probably is a major factor in why at the age of...middle twenties...I have yet to experience that thing most people get their first fling with 10 years earlier. You know that romance thing, where you go out with a dude and are mutually attracted to each other and proceed to turn each other's lives upside down.
It kinda sucks, and it's also has become very very comfortable. Why hope in that dream? Not at this point. Maybe later.
Why this now? Well two reasons.
My three closest friends from childhood and high school are either married or will be by the end of the year.
And
Twilight.
Makes me wish I were a teen again. Except for that whole academy thing and not being 21...
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