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Irrelevance
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Profile page for: Irrelevance, TSR Demigod 
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Name: Irrelevance.
Gender: 
Age: 20
Orientation: oo_Lucinda_oo :sexface:
Astrology: Sagittarius
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Member Since: 06-12-2007
Location: Gay Land
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If you wear glasses, I will most likely plough you in half. Call it a fetish, call it a thing, I don't know but they rev my engine. 
Don't forget I'm a homosexual, necrophiliac rapist too.
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| Where you study: |
| Lamer's Institute of Lame. |
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Glasses
Corpses 
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~ Romantic Tragedies. ~ |
She was amazing. Really. Funny, intelligent, charming and she could drink. The moment was tender and the mood was right. I tell her she's beautiful. Her reaction is a mixed one. I sit there with a nervous expression whilst trying to decipher hers. Without mercy, she tells me she's a lesbian.
How depressing.
Wow. Words struggle to do her justice. There was that initial attraction and the mutual spark was undeniable. I told her jokes, she laughed and smiled shyly. The smile would dwindle as I looked away but in the corner of my eye, I could see it grow as she turned in the opposite direction to hide it. It was as if she knew and was teasing me with her beauty. We talk some more and trade interests. I tell her this, she tells me that. We talk abut TV. An invitation to go back to hers. It's rousing, stirring and nerve racking all at the same time. She says we can watch Friends.
And to think I loved her.
Our eyes met in stunned silence over the ready meals at Tesco's. It was winter time and she was dressed approriately. My hand hovered over hers as time felt like it stopped. The mysterious girl buries her face into her woolen, brightly coloured scarf and I can tell from her eyes she's smiling. My heart's a-flutter and I gesture towards the now oh so trivial box, shyly telling her to take it and that I didn't mind. She says thanks and walks off and I stand there. Open mouthed. Gormless. She turns and gives one last blushy smile before walking into an acquaintance - it was the girl I said I would call from last night. I quickly make my exit to avoid getting slapped to death.
Woe is me. |
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