So I met this girl. I’ve known of her for a while, actually, but I didn’t actually get to meet her until a few weeks ago. She’s a friend of several of my friends, and somehow we just never managed to meet. She’s – well – to be frank, she’s really amazing. And hot as hell.
Her name is Rebecca, and for the first time in my life, I think I’ve really fallen for a girl.
And therein lies the problem: I’m coming to develop feelings for her, but there are still things she doesn’t know about me that maybe she should. I mean, we’ve gotten to know each other fairly well over these past few weeks, but, for example, she doesn’t know I’m an erotica author, and I’m not quite sure how to break that to her. I mean, what do you say: “Hey, I really like you, I mean really really like you, and by the way, I write smut.” I just can’t see a scenario in my head where that conversation turns out good.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m over-analyzing things. I do that a lot. I have a lot to think about.
And yes, I’m pulling no punches with my diary (like I ever have), so whatever happens, I’m writing it down. After all, I made a promise to always be candid, and if it’s one thing I am, it’s a keeper of my promises.
After all, what’s the point of having a diary if you can’t pour out your soul?
Full disclosure: I’m drinking. And listening to the Empire soundtrack (“Heavy” at the moment – a song I can completely relate to). So expect some retarded Tweets and posts. 😉 …