I sat next to the guy of my dreams today.
The SuperDry jacket, the loose jeans, the shaved head, the swearing, the pubbing, the accent. Damn the sexy scottish accent.
Is it lust, or is it admiration? He is the kind of guy I always wanted myself to be. I don't want to do naughty things with him, I just like him. So much that I want to be just like him.
I'm confused, ain't I.
- posted by iPhone
the stray one
- aconfusedboy
- loves being lost amid crowds. being there, yet not being noticed. probably the only time i can be myself.
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