A boy asked me for coffee today. I said no. Like always. I always say no.
Without hesitation. And for the first time, I almost felt bad. Why am I
such an asshole? He's not even my friend, I only met him today. He
probably couldn't care less. But this isn't about the boy. It never is.
Hm, maybe it's not so bad. I don't know why I do it for certain; this
pre-determined rejection to all suggestive advances. But I'll just say
I do it because I have a plan. I'm going to Ireland one day. And I'll stay
there until I find the boy. Yes. That works.
Until then, I can say no to whoever I want.
I have a plan.
I can now go back to living guilt-free. =)