Chemistry is a cruel science. Sometimes no matter how many things are on the plus side of the column, if that instant physical connection isn’t there, you’re doomed.
Then you have to look at all those pluses and ask yourself, “Is this worth the possible heartache in exchange for what could be an amazing friendship?”
The jury’s still out on this one.
I’m not used to being the vulnerable one in the equation. I don’t really like it … and by “really don’t like it” what I meant to say was I effin’ hate it. I even reverted to my cold-hearted bitch mode for a few minutes just to save face. But I instantly wanted to retract it when I thought it might have actually hurt her. That’s not what I wanted. What I wanted was to see where this may have gone. But it doesn’t look like the science is right for this particular chemical reaction. We went fizzle when we should have gone KaBoom.
Fuck science. When all else fails, play naked twister and see what happens.
PS: I realize this post was a bit cryptic out of respect for the person who “rejected” me last night. Blogging about sex, love and lies is what I do. As long as there’s never any collateral damage. I may be evil but I’m not a bitch.
I know I have freaks for friends and because of our mutual love for proper grammar, I receive early morning texts about typos that somehow slipped under my radar … Hey, I’m human.
So as a preemptive strike let me say that “pluses” and “plusses” are both acceptable forms of the plural form of plus. If you don’t believe me look it up.
HAH! funny