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I was going to edit the thread later on and make it a double AF joke (joke about it being an AF joke and make it serious). I guess I was thinking too many steps ahead. The inconveniences of being a man before my time, I suppose.
Well, anyway, on to my post... I guess you can call this my girl blog.
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There is a very, very thin line between love and infatuation. So thin, in fact, that it is often hard to distinguish between the two when you are under the trance-like state. I won't say I'm an expert at discerning one from the other, because I'm not. That is partially why I am writing this blog.
I believe it was several months ago when I first met her. It was definitely not love at first sight. I'll admit, however, that the moment I first laid eyes on her, I was quite attracted; she was a very attractive girl, after all.
Now, I'm not one who easily "falls in love" or gets infatuated with another. I have had my fair share of heart breaks, whether on the giving or receiving end. I have not had a girlfriend in a few years because I do not trust myself nor any other being enough to commit. I do not want to be a heart breaker... and I don't want to have my heart broken. An obvious desire, I would think.
But the heart wants what it wants. What I may try to rationalize with my brain is abruptly tossed aside by the quickened beating of my heart. I can try to fight the feeling, but my body weakens at the very thought of her and I leave myself vulnerable both mentally and physically.
I'm not sure what it is about her that causes me to feel this way. In terms of physical attraction, she may be blessed with a beautiful face, but it's not like I haven't been around better; her smile, though it may render me speechless, is not the best I've ever seen; and her laughter, contagious as it is, injecting happiness directly into my soul, is nothing special.
But I am drawn by her. So much so that it hurts. Every movement, every sound, every breath she takes... twists and churns my heart, but I can't help but smile; I can't help but feel elevated to the greatest heights.
Am I in love? I don't know. I can tell you that I don't care enough to put a label on it. This emotion needs no name. The experience is enough for me, no matter how it may end up.
But, like most relationships, there is just one problem...
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She won't shave.
