Urges are funny things

Urges. Impulses. All of these little "I want to do this so badly, perhaps I will"s rush through my brain constantly. I rarely act on them. I usually regret the non-action.

I think too much. I realize this (I am a thinker, after all). I need to start doing. Grab life by the balls. Not feel badly for it. No apologies. Just honest action.

All of this stems from a text I made to a boy before getting a little buzzed (so I would have enough guts in case he responded). He did not. This was all too premeditated to be an impulse. I packed my shirt for tonight before going to bed last night. I texted before I was drinking. I tried to not make it look like a booty call.

Perhaps I should have just said, "Hey boy. Let's skip the crap. I want attention from you. Give it to me." ...but in a sexier way.

That's the thing. I have no vernacular for sexy. Just cute or blunt. No coyness. No flirtation. Just friend or crazy person.

Wants

I want to go on a road trip across the country.

I want to go on a road trip across the country with a cute boy.

I want to go on a road trip across the country with a cute boy and see "The World's Largest" so-and-so.

I want to go on a road trip across the country with a cute boy, see "The World's Largest" so-and-so, and sleep in the back of the station wagon in which we've been touring.

I want to go on a road trip across the country with a cute boy, see "The World's Largest" so-and-so, sleep in the back of the station wagon in which we've been touring, and fall in love with the world.