Fourteen.
Irish.
Pianist.
Bookworm.
Writer/ Poet.
Basketball.
Rowing.
Paranormal stuff.
Graphology.
Study of dreams.
Shy.
Tall.
Red hair.
Green eyes.
Left handed.
You can talk to me but I'm no angel.
I got my way with a gun under the table.
I'm my own man, I am what made me.
Don't forget who I am when you see me.
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So, this thing
happened to me last night.
I was
brushing my teeth,
thinking of all
these outrageous things I would like in a guy. For
example,
'I would
like a guy I could play piano in front of without being
nervous.'
'I would like a guy who would write letters to me
because he would know how much I love writing.'
'I would like a guy I could sit/stand beside silently
and not feel awkward.'
I was brushing
my teeth for about a minute or so.
I then looked at the clock, not knowing the time at
all.
It was 11:12
Coincidence?
I think not.
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