A bit of class can go a long way.. I've met a man, a kind one, just a bit older than me.. Unlike most, he can not only make a comprehensible statement, but he can keep my nights interesting.. Playful, yet respectful. He hasn't asked me for a "favor" on the dare of drunken friends, or grabbed my backside on impulse. It just expresses how quickly you can grow on someone by treating them kindly.
I haven't even known him long - I don't even known his exact age, or all of his past. No, so there must be something wrong? Perhaps he is one of those really charismatic, Becoming men that are actually serial killers that lure you into a basement and kill you like in the books? Or some kind of, odd figment of my imagination? Or.. Something.. I guess its like me to overthink things.
Maybe I'm just going way too far in my mind, and I am just a friend to him? I sense a bit more, but I've been wrong before.. I guess I shouldn't get my hopes up.. Not yet, at least.. I've my job to consider.. I just wonder what I've yet to know, Egellion. If I know anything at all..
