butterflies

something that old shifty eyes threw at me has been sticking in my mind. i let him down easy. i told him that although we had a lot in common and always had a good time together, i just didn't feel any butterflies. hello mcfly: this is my nice way of saying that i am not attracted to you. anyway, he said something like "fair enough, we're all entitled to our own feelings." then later he said something like "are you sure we aren't just too old for butterflies? are you sure that isn't just something that happens to teenagers?"

first i told him that if that is true, then we might as well just all jump off a bridge now. then i told him that i do believe they still exist; i still get excited about stupid work crushes and tall redheads (*sigh*). i mean, come on, we're not 80 years old. it's not time to settle for companionship just because of common interests. how depressing.