I want to start out that I may begin this writing, with the idea that I would like..
I don’t know what I’m saying. This blog was written while high, and not posted anywhere public.
My name is Jeff and I’m applying for the role of boyfriend. I believe I am qualified for the job.
— No. Have I already blown it?
Hi. I’m Jeff, and I’m nervous about first impressions, because my second impressions are great… But I have been known to overthink or over share in first impressions.
My story.. A long one I love to tell in parts. I’m all about making stories and telling stories. I’m single and newly alone. I have never actually lived alone before. I moved from roomate to roomate until at age 50, I was the last single one.
I don’t like it. I’ll be honest. I want to get it over with before too long. I do not progress alone. With no smile to work for, I grow able to exist without it, but only truly grow when smiles are around me.
I need to be in a couple. I need feedback to make hard designs. I need approval and praise.
In return, I’m open and caring and full support for you and your life.
I can get along with just about anybody, if they have a great smile, and I can make them laugh.
If you don’t yell, and never have microwave popcorn again, I could move in and love you. Unconditional.
If we don’t yell, we can get through almost anything. I should not say this, but I’ll put up with a lot of shit, as long as nobody is yelling, because I really don’t enjoy life alone. I need interaction. I am powered by the smiles of others.
That probably sounds creepy. To bad I ever get those notifications after I pressed send.