I’m back to justify my feelings for Igor because I don’t want to appear crazy.
I’ve dated a few men. All of whom were just ‘meh’ to me, hence why none made it to boyfriend stage. But for me to happily and willingly allow Igor to stake a claim on my girlriendship means that I felt something more than just ‘meh’.
He was this guy that I’d known for 100 years after just a few days and there was something about him that meant that I couldn’t stay away.
I think of him and I get butterflies. I think of him and I smile. I think of him and I want him inside my vagina. There’s a whole load of chemical reactions happening inside of me all at once and it’s overwhelmingly delicious.
I spent today at Poppy’s place drinking alcohol, getting intoxicated. I also told her that I think Igor is my one and she thinks I’m crazy but I’m not going to let her skepticism change my mind.
He’s mine.
Also, I sound crazy…