There is someone for most. You included. You're perfectly acceptable company. One might even call you, nice to be around.

( one being him. )

He fancies me. He has since the first time we met, over inappropriate ideas and bought drinks. It was Carnivalentine's. And, you needn't presume what goes on in my head. Though, I will admit to not second guessing what I say. After all, whatever I do, or say, I can't take back. I can only move forward. Move through. Is that how you think? Second guessing your every thought and word?