i don't trust anyone who's glib. just a thing. i said i would come by on monday night, so i did. later, i caught him staring and i asked what he was thinking about.

how gorgeous you are. how glad i am that you came in and sat down. how i would be terrified if you were ever mad at me.

then he ran off and busied himself on the other side of the room.

flattering, but red flags down on the field. there's something in the space between the man and his words that i don't trust. and i'm getting that feeling that this is one of those moments that i'll be mad at in hindsight for what i clearly already knew, if i don't make the right decisions right now.