Heaps to Ponder

It began with a formal text message. The quickest way I could hope to truly open up to someone, all within the power of my portable keyboard. He was just as anxious and withdrawn, yet eager to challenge what he knew about me and force some sort of private meeting. In the end, my barriers stayed up, and the air between us was even cooler than before, a secret of nature that no one could explain but my failed relations.

But where do these problems begin? Through enough trials of meeting for tea and having door opened for me, I begin to wonder what is it that sets me so far away from the testosterone I used to understand.

Reservations are the red flags that seem to ask for the bill early, only to know my fate as the future fucked up friendship that began in earnest. It is only then that I truly trust, because sexuality and pressures to unfold the sheets are thrown out the window, as friendship sets in.

It has come to my attention that I am being very open in this blog, which is t ruly out of character. Hold these thoughts.