Guy with the Long hair that I don't like.
I met him on a random Tuesday night, it was kind of funny actually because at first glance my thoughts were whats up with this dudes hair its way to long.... but he looked at me and I accidentally met his glance... He came up to me and started talking to me. To my surprise he was actually pretty nice and had conversation even if he was a little drunk. So he left with my number in hopes to become better friends.
I don't like his hair.
I am having trouble determining my feelings for him. Do I like him? Yes...but I can't get over the fact that I am probably cursed with the worst luck with guys.
I really don't like his hair.
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Robert Frost
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
MIRY
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