I can stand you saying some fairly whacked shit, and I'll probably enjoy it, and I will still sort-of chase you despite your lack of texts, flowers& cheese, and interest. BUT I am a little annoyed that you don't like me. and I dont get it. Its hard for me to believe cuz i got so much respect for you. how can this shit not be mutual? my head is further complicated by indirect messages that are within the vicinity of me and loaded with "me-esqe" phrases. or else im really crazy. Arse you, have fun flaunting it while I "discreetly" observe you from the other end of the bar, doing wierd stuff with my crantini's straw. It will also be fun, equally fun. probably more fun cuz im not a rude d*ckf*ck. neither are you, but get to know me for who i am, lemme get comfortable and suss out my surroundings before you judge me on my frontin' behavior. lets hook up and emotionally chill out. It'll be awsome.