Alright... Let's talk Mr. SymmetricalFace.
In case you don't remember him, he's the fabulously cute and quite intelligent man who sought after my attention.
Take notice of the past tensing.
He came on strong and I didn't know him, so of course, I refused.
Then I got to know him better and was irritated by his personality.
Time went on, and we continued to talk.
I got to know him better.
I expressed (more jokingly, but he obviously thought I was far more serious) interest in his brother.
And now, Mr. SymmetricalFace has moved on.
And I finally know him well enough that I'm interested.
No, that's not strong enough of a word.
I like the guy. A lot.
Hell, I'm even losing sleep over him some nights.
But it's okay.
Because I'm young and will have a chance with some other wonderful gentleman.
I'll wait patiently until that occurs.
But I have learned to listen to my mother and go for the guy when she tells me he sounds like a good idea.
Damn.
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