*Has a flashback to my highschool days*
I was craazzzzzzzzyyyy. I swear. My hormones has since then stop raging like a maniac. But not fully so. I'm talking like I hate the crushes but nooo, it makes me who I'am.
I'm not boy-crazy. Or men-crazy xD but still I enjoy an eye candy or mental candy and if I find one who's both? I'll get weak in the knees.
So refering to my title, it seems that if I'm talking to a guy who in any way gives me a omgthisisjustlikeno3 feeling my mechanism acts up and I just stop whatever's happening. No way in hell am I letting history repeats itself despite being an ultra strong personality that self heals.
But of course, there's exceptions, true?
But darling, you are the only exception.
I just love that song.
And yes, my defense mechanism was aching to get active so I can just kick him away. But bestie Noelle, remember her? My
"Is he sane?"
"He's not like No.2"
"Is he like ... No.3 ?"
"He's way better *mumbles insults about No.3* "
And that's not the whole convo but believe me I was excited. So fingers crossed on this crush?