I think of him.

I think of you.

It’s snowing and I think of you
I examine my bruised lips with the tip of my tongue
and I think of you
My nipples are pink and sore
and I think of you
The loneliness I find myself surrounded without you
is palpable.

Boyfriend.

A girl said to me, after spending an evening in my pleasant company: “You could be my ideal, perfect, soulmate boyfriend, such a shame you are a girl!”

Compliments.

List of my favourite compliments: 1. You are funny. 2. You have a perfect nose, XX century plastic surgeons’ favourite shape. 3. You talk sooo much nonsense.

I think I am in love.

I think I am in love. I want to masturbate when I think of him. And I think of him constantly today. I haven't been in love forever, and, God, it's so intense! I can't stop smiling when I think of him, how he looked at me, the comments he made, how our eyes would meet across the table, how he asked for my BlackBerry PIN, how we sent messages while still at the dinner, how he sent me the message after the dinner was over and we were all gone, and how I was thinking exactly the same thing, I was hoping he would ask me to go for drinks after our work do, but he "wasn't sure it was okay to ask". And how he messaged late in the evening, and then early in the morning, and then at lunch time. I am constantly on his mind, and he is on mine. I haven't felt this kind of animal pure attraction for anybody yet. Or is it always like this, like it's the first time?
All I could think of was kissing him, yesterday, while I was having my dessert. Was he hard throughout the dinner? I want him to touch me.

That thing about the guys waiting for a couple of days before texting a girl it's bullshit. When the guy likes the girl, he texts straight away.

Contacts.

I can now confirm. It is possible to cry at work, in the toilet, lenses or no lenses. And then go back to work and then work. And nobody cares. Nobody notices. Or, actually, everybody is scared to notice.

Nose.

Funny how I was teased so much at school about the shape of my (then so-called "piggy") nose. Man, I suffered through that. I was thinking cosmetic surgery, and pegs, and stretching your nose down with your hands etc. Nothing helped... And now, I love it. And I get complimented on it all the time and I was told that it was a no. 1 nose shape requested by cosmetic surgery clients, the most desirous shape a nose job could take. Of the XX century. No statistics for the XXI century as yet. So who is a loser now?

The Bible.

Decided to read, once again. And that's what was on offer.