I often ‘sit dance’ in my chair at the computer, blame music. There is, unfortunately, a down side: the chair squeaks. I am quite sure that my parents believe me to be masturbating.
I can kiss you right? Wait, no that’s too far. But I know I can hold you, late at night or watching a movie with the rain pattering against the roof, something nice like that. Actually, that might be a bit much too, just a regular old hug would be better. Well, maybe even that would be weird. But I can touch you can’t I? Nothing creepy, just hold your hand or give you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Or I could just stop at talking to you, we could have some incredible conversations you and I; we could talk about the stars or our past or our future, or just the weather? No I should keep it to more normal things, and brief, I should keep it brief too, just a little hello on passing, real casual and relaxed. And I wouldn’t look at you too much; I’d keep my eyes down. Maybe I shouldn’t look at you at all, is it creepy if I do? Maybe I should just go ask your name, but then you wouldn’t like me, nobody likes me, why would you? You just look so nice over there. I’m not picky, any little contact would do. Anything. Any one.