All over my face(book).
Few things in this world strike inordinate fear into my heart. Spiders, wrongful and felonious accusation, and being abducted, held captive, and tortured via a tickling of my private parts. That said, while not quite a phobia, I often worry about accidentally typing the name of one of my many crushes into the status update box instead of the search field, on Facebook.
Sure, most of them are aware of my affections. Yes, I care little for playing mind games. But since graduating from college and moving to Los Angeles, I’ve learned that the majority of men – gay or straight – shirk away from aggressive participants.
Coy works. Coy is dependable. Coy is not:
JJ Wienkers has ogled all of your photos. Every single one. Thrice. He also right-clicks Open Link In New Tab on every obvious male moniker and moderately attractive man’s face that appears on your Wall. He’s as aware of his competition as he is your interests and social activity. He wants you. He wants you BAD. about an hour ago
Thankfully, I’ve yet to hit “Share” instead of “Search.” That would be a tad embarrassing. Mostly, though, I don’t want to expose the depths of my infatuation before I lure them into thinking mutual and indecent exposure was their idea.
I know I'm a freak, but that's a little hot to me. Not necessarily coy but strong in a different way
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