In a complete and defiant act of total chickenshitery I postponed our first date but by now that’s old news. Of all the things I’m afraid of in this world, even more than water its girls. Old habits are hard to kill I suppose.
I’ve been nicknamed the gingerbread man for being able to completely elude the forces of nature and society pressing us flailing into a mediocre relationship based off of little more than mutual desperation. I guess I’m old school and prefer a life where are no rules, no expectations, no judgements, total freedom, Peter Pan, eat your heart out.