  Boys. Pffft. Can't live with them, can't live without them. Or so I'm told. I have a small issue. With a boy?
Yes, with a boy. You see, for quite a while now, I have been more than content to ... well ... how do I put this eloquently? "WHAM! BAM! GET OUT!!!"? Hmmmm ... you get the picture.
I don't know. I've had serious relationships but I'm attracting the wrong boys. Maybe I need my GayDar tuned? Can I drop that off at urlLink Dick Smith's ? I'd love to see the look on ol' Dick's face! Now THAT would be gold!
So I'm content. No strings. Good sex. What more could you ask for? ENTER MICHAEL Now the pot starts to boil. I met Michael probably three weeks ago.
Through a mutual friend. We chatted. Laughed. He proposed a meet up. So we had coffee at urlLink Big Mouth , St Kilda. He then suggested a drink as well.
urlLink Veludo's . All in all, a rather nice night. So two days go by ... *BEEP* "Where you gone? " ... I didn't expect that. It brought a smile across my face.
So the SMS's fly back and forth. We have spoken to each other every single night for the last three weeks. Where do I stand? I still don't know. He's very hard to read like that. He has said on countless ocassions that he likes me but then other times I'm not so sure.
He seems happy to see me some times, then others he seems as though he couldn't care less. My problem is, am I reading too far into this? Don't get me wrong. I'm playing this out cool. Like, real cool. My school girl days are over, no more giggling and laughing.
But I'm still confused. Maybe I am reading too far into this ... Where do I begin? 
