friendships last longer if they don't burn so fast

that was what spy guy told me tonight. we went to a gallery, had dinner in our neighbourhood, then walked home. as his place was closer to the restaurant than mine, technically i walked him home. he kissed me, i kissed him back more passionately than he intended i'm sure, and that was that.

it sucks that he has more self control, or that he doesn't find me irresistible. i know he finds me attractive. but aren't guys meant to think with the waist down part of their anatomy and not the top part?

someone who was browsing random blogs once said that spy guy was only interested to scratch an itch. guess that was a valid point. and one that makes me feel not very good.

i think we have chemistry. not smoldering chemistry, but enough that it's noticeable. but maybe it's just me. that i'm such a romantic that i read more - even into sexual chemistry - than i should into things. but the thing between chemistry and love is that chemistry is purely sexual, so it has nothing to do with the romantic wanting to read into things.

i have no clue.

all i know is i can still feel how soft and warm and delicious his lips were. and i hate the fact that i want more and he doesn't.