You know you didn't have to tell me? Not that I knew, I didn't--I knew you liked me, but I wasn't sure you-well, you know. I just mean, no pressure. You didn't have to say it back. Or not really back, because I didn't say it in those words, exactly, but.
Was it too soon? I mean, it just kind of came out and then there you go, it's out and proud and-- I almost told you a dozen times--but you know, telling a guy you love him on the first date seems a bit desperate, right--? Hell, after the first time, that's kind of a no, too. Or telling him when he's still standing there holding your coffee when you come back with your phone--or when you're watching him fold his sweater vests and arrange them by some system you don't fully understand but are pretty sure has to do with something obscure like thread-count...
Wow. Sorry, Hermann. This is what you're stuck with. A nerd who likes watching you fold your fucking laundry.
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You know you didn't have to tell me? Not that I knew, I didn't--I knew you liked me, but I wasn't sure you-well, you know. I just mean, no pressure. You didn't have to say it back. Or not really back, because I didn't say it in those words, exactly, but.
Was it too soon? I mean, it just kind of came out and then there you go, it's out and proud and-- I almost told you a dozen times--but you know, telling a guy you love him on the first date seems a bit desperate, right--? Hell, after the first time, that's kind of a no, too. Or telling him when he's still standing there holding your coffee when you come back with your phone--or when you're watching him fold his sweater vests and arrange them by some system you don't fully understand but are pretty sure has to do with something obscure like thread-count...
Wow. Sorry, Hermann. This is what you're stuck with. A nerd who likes watching you fold your fucking laundry.