Today is the day
I start writing down, and cataloging all my ideas for girls. Like the romantic ones. The ones that you tell in stories and people go all “zomg I wish my significant other had done that for me!” and then I go all “well, she deserves it.”
It’s old school, and just the way I like it. Like in a 1950s gentlemanly kind of way. Fucking sick kind of way. Like wearing a bow tie in a reallyreally nice tux, that’s not over the top, but that says :
“Hey, right now I’m like middle class, but as you can clearly see, I’m fucking abitious, dedicated, passionate, sophisticated, and I’ll be going pretty far. Wanna join me?” kind of way.
Like working landscaping, and putting in a lawn, and noticing that the girl that lives in that house is like perfect, but also rediculously out of my league because she’s high class and I’m not so her parents wouldn’t approve. But then I secretly plant a different kind of grass seed in her lawn that spells out something realllll sick like:
“3 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days ago I saw your face. Would you do me the honour of accompanying me to the local gala?”
It’s super fucking cool. And everytime I think about it, I just get that same thing running through my head.
“I feel like I’ve done this before…”
