so recently i’ve been seeing this romanian girl. it’s interesting. I mean, yeah, cute, smart, funny, witty… yatta yatta yatta… blah blah blah…. the thing that really gets to me… is when i spend time with her…. how warm i feel. close … home… safe… similar backgrounds or whatever… but my jokes… in BOTH languages… english and romanian work…. she gets my emotions… my body language… doesn’t judge… being with her is like putting on a glove…. it’s such an interesting feeling… which i have never felt….. it’s not sexuality… it’s… a connection. sure i can’t comment on anything more deep… cause i don’t know. I still wanna go out and get ass. I love getting drunk, hitting on a random stranger, and getting a good old fashioned rub and tug…. but… i absolutely love hearing her jokes and comments and being near her. and she’s all tiny and small. I just want her to sit on my shoulder and walk around with me… whisper in my ear…. I actually dont’ know that much about her . Very little actually. but somehow i’m so comfortable…. My mom always told me to go with a romanian girl…. this might be why… she knew what she was talking about. I kinda feel upset about it… that it took so long to realize… the girls and love i’ve been chasing is sooooooo different from me. I grew up…. well… my dad…. taught me that love conquers all. that if you love someone enough… you push and you fight for them. till the day you die. but… i’ve seen SO MANY DAMN TIMES.. .love doesn’t mean shit. it’s not enough. it doesn’t fix the cheating, lying, the daily grind, the small problems… the towel arguments… the miscommunications…. really… it doesn’t do shit, except keep you stressed…..