I never did go for that drink with Biker, it was all set up and arranged, we were going for a drink after work at a pub. Then he text me and said he thought it would be best if I just went around his. I'm sure it would be. For him. I personally have never been a fan of going over to a strangers house with no one else there. I prefer not to be murdered. So thanks, but no thanks. Dammit, I deserve a drink at least. How cheap does he think I am?
Besides it's not really about him, it's totally about this other boy. If only I could figure out how he felt about me, I might be brave enough to do something about it.
Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.
Randy K. Milholland
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