Looky looky

I stare, it’s what I do. I stare, and I look around me. Every time I see something move in the corner of my eye, I turn my head and look. It’s just in my nature.
It doesn’t mean, I want you, that I’m trying to flirt with you or that my ultimate goal is to hump you. I just stare and look around me.

When you go from A to B , and you walk past me, I’ll turn and look at you. If you then have to go from B back to A again, and you walk past me again, there’s a big chance that I’ll turn my head again and look at you.
Note to you though: I do this a lot with, a lot of people. You don’t have to feel all special and chosen when you see me looking at you. ‘Cause truth of the matter is, it doesn’t mean shit. It doesn’t mean, I want you, that I’m trying to flirt with you or that my ultimate goal is to hump you. I just stare and look around me.
Keep this in mind.

The fact that I’m looking at this guy who accidentally happens to be your boyfriend, or that I’ve looked at him more then once today, doesn’t mean I want him, that I’ll steal him from you, or that I think he might just choose me over you. Knowing me, I know that I think that last option is pretty much impossible, but hey. I just look at people, and your boyfriend just happened to have caught my eye a few times today, but hey, so have you, and you’re not accusing me of having a crush on you now are you??

So just so everything is clear: I stare. I look around me. And 99 percent of the time I mean absolutely NOTHING by it.