Daddy’s a pastor.

I’m not sure if she’s not immature or if she is, and it’s just somehow being hidden behind the Spanish-ness. And, don’t get me wrong, I Love the Spanish-ness of: Her. But. Sometimes, I will admit…she says…15 year old things.

But maybe it’s just online, which I can, I mean, it’s different than in person, and she is an extravert, and she’s Spanish…beautifully.

So I don’t really know. I wanna know what it likes to be in a real relationship. How much do I really have to give up?

I’d just like to get to know her.

(I told her today: how can you have any sort of thing for me? I mean, you’re pretty, and I’m not even that good looking.)

(She said: Looks aren’t everything. We can’t all be poets.)

(Me: And we can’t all be really nice Espanol girls, either.)

(And, actually, apparently, she is a poet, and I was just trying to think of something witty to say, so scratch that.)

(Sigh.)