just a fling

Without recommendations, or browsing through my history, or tracking me at bars –I wouldn’t even joke about falling for me. It’s outright insane. I’m not inflating my worth, just keep that in mind.

Personally, I’d get involved with you; you’re absolutely my type – a bit reserved, but we can fix that. You’re probably religious – I have a knack for attracting those types. Well, that just makes it more interesting. Oh, how I love these emotional struggles. “We can’t, we shouldn’t,” and all that jazz. And then you show up at my place: “Hey, I’ve thought it over,” and practically from the doorstep you start kissing me. Notice, there’s no pressure on my part.

So, let’s play this game. But first, let’s have a drink so you can relax a bit. Trust me, you’ll need it for the process. Are you excessively nervous, or is it just me? What’s with that look? Just don’t tell me I’m your first. Damn, really? This is San Francisco! How did you manage that? Nothing, we’ll catch up. We can start with something simple. But seriously, don’t fall in love with me. It’s just a fling.