Hashtag girl
I like this girl. We haven’t met yet. We’re going to. What I like about her? Is her smile. That’s it. Maybe her persona. I like this girl. She asked about me, my life and what am I doing. I may be sound too much like an ass. I like this girl. She asked me what nationality am I. Her name begins with a “B.” I’m a quiet, boring geek and she finds me interesting. That is strange, right? For the last 2 days, we spend time texting to each other and we engage in our primary topics of our conversations. Not only that, we also have this “secondary conversation” where we get sidetracked sometimes. Our “secondary conversation” always, ALWAYS include hashtags. Haha. Nearly every single one of our texts includes hashtags, which is rad, and she is cool. I like this girl. i may not be her type. I’m a boring, dull, full-time college student of a mothafucka, but I hope I can be my good self and she can like me. Maybe she likes my style. Maybe she likes the online, cyper, text of me. Maybe she really does. If she meets me, what if I’m not her vision of “that guy?” The guy who she talked to a lot lately. The guy that make wisecracks. The guy who is sarcastic. What if she finds me uglo, an ass, a douche and a boring, dull mothafuka? ): One can only hope. I hope she likes me. Haha. I’m wishful thinking. Ah, shit, man!!! #thisisserious #ilikethisgirl #shesrad #whatifshedoesntlikeme