Being All Candid

I didn’t write last night because I slept on the couch. I guess I had a few too many Ice 101 shots and decided that I would rather be surrounded by the gallery of my friends pictures and I was pretty disappointed that Everett didn’t come over as was planned.

Everett came over today and kept my company for a few hours. We watched House and G.I. Jane until Jasmine called for him to come home.

I’m torn between being candid and honest or vague in this journal as I’m sure somebody is going to read it. Oh well, I guess if I’m going to give somebody an excuse to be uncomfortable or hate me it might as well be honest, right?

I’m actually quite attracted to Everett. I’m absolutely emotionally attracted to him, but I’m exploring further possibilities in my head. One thing I know he would never intentionally hurt me.

Everett made a comment today because I’m designated two drawers to his belongings and cut out a newspaper article from this past Autumn that he took part in.

“Why am I not dating you?” he asked.