leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm plastic...it's fantastic Tony was here this morning for a meeting. He came in my office, so I stood to hug him. He pressed my face against his neck and held tight. And whispered against my temple that I looked good. And he said the word 'good' like it hurt him. Which is the best way to say it. And it felt nice. Really nice. It's been awhile since I've had a hug. But it makes it hard to avoid his calls. Which is what I had sort of decided to do. Maybe it's silly, we've been good friends for three years, we should be able to talk. But every so often, I grow tired of our talks. Not really the talks themselves, but the distinct feeling that I'm being plied for fantasy material. I wanna tell him to leave me alone, rent a porno, and go screw his wife. He makes comments like "Where were you seven years ago before I got married?" and I just want to slap him because they're killing me. I know he believes since he would never actually cheat, it's no harm no foul. He's wrong. You can lust after me all you want, but don't drag me into your twisted little fantasy life. 4:43 p.m. - May 15, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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