Today, J was on his good mood. We resumed talking for hours like we usually did the first month of the semester. It was always about our weekend and branched out from there. Today the topics I could remember on top of my head were student bon*fire, TV shows, movies, jewelries, overseas flights, and Mass. In all honesty, I don't think there's a short supply of conversation materials with him.
He listened on my stories, at one time pointed to broken stitches in my jeans, poked me multiple times at multiple location (ehm, not comfortable typing that last part out, but, oh well).
"I got a new bed..." his eyes sparkled, what I assumed, flirtatiously.
"Ah, what kind? A king, queen? It must've cost a lot. When I went to Oregon, that was the best sleep of my life."
"Queen. 900 $ Simmons. But I'm no paying it. You should try sleeping on my bed."
Yeah, I enjoy these Monday and Tuesday moments with him. But that's it, I've learned my lessons. He's Just Not That Into You.
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whats with all the bedroom talk???
dd
Don't mind it. Remember the new motto! "He's Just Not That Into You" I should have it translated to Latin :P
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