mind over matter

You do a very good job at it. While I see your point, if he was interested, he could very well tell me or let me know in some way. Its not like I’d say no. I do not chase, I get chased.

Well I'll be sure to bring it up to him.  I'm sure he would be very interested.  I myself wouldn't mind sleeping with you.  And mmhmm I like your style Poppy, you should be the one with an advice channel, not me.  But seriously if he showers tonight, when he comes out in his towel, I want you to jump him.

You’re the absolute worst Genevieve. And he probably would never sleep with me, even if i wanted to. I’m kind of the opposite of him and my videos are not even close to his standard and he goes to lucrative film festivals and I just post to youtube.

Thank you I try my hardest at being the baddest bitch around.

Oh my lord yes I get it. Yeah sure, I’m down for anything.

Anything?  

Oh my gosh I want to see those pictures so bad. They are probably comedy gold. Id make an entire film about it. But that hair would look sooo good on you okay.

Well you can't babe!  And yes they were more comedy rainbow then comedy gold I suppose.  Get it?  Because I had colorful streaks? No? Okay.  How about we get you some rainbow highlights huh?

If you are ever interested in visiting Paris, I’ll be sure you are the least touristy tourist ever. I promise.

I'll remember that!

That’s why I said I look innocent.

Makes sense.  I want an advice column in a big magazine so badly, but Youtube probably won't get me there very quickly.  And eh, I'm really only used to giving advice during my videos, and it's hard to give advice while vlogging in the streets, especially without a script.

I’ve lived in Paris for sometime now, my usual stores are a bit far. We can shop where ever you like.

Paris sounds so glamorous, but I feel like some people there hate tourists so I'm not gonna step foot in that country until I'm fluent in French and memorize every street in that damn country so I won't have to ask anyone for directions.  

Probably. It’s always the boys getting babied, especially when you’ve got big blue eyes. I look really innocent a lot of the time. Yeah, actually, I founded an x-rated Youtube where people specialize in all different forms of sexual conduct. No, I’ve just been working my ass off editing a film that’s got to be shown to some higher ups that- should they like it- can land me in some better places.

You, innocent?  I'm sure that's not the case during your late night porn binging.

I’m free whenever, and I for sure need some new outfits.

Awesome!  What stores do you usually shop at?

But that’s understandable considering Australia is as hot as the third layer of hell. I’m simply speaking on behalf of Ithaca, New York, where fifty-five degrees is a nice spring day. They don’t. However, teenagers with overbearing mothers recognized me at The Grove and pretended I was a friend from school and, due to my unfortunately youthful appearance and sickly aesthetic due to lack of sleep, their mothers told me to put on a jacket.

If I were in the same situation, I bet none of the mothers would be as concerned.  I feel like it's sort of a "momma's boy" thing, ya know?  Mom's are always doing that to boys more than girls, at least from what I've seen.

Oblivious wasn’t a trait that could describe Dustin in any way. He’d had enough experience with females in his last few years that it wasn’t a surprise when he began to pick up on the way that Genevieve was looking at him. He was getting laid. It had only been something to be hoped for before, a chance out of so many possibilities of how the night could go. But now, with the empty beer cans piling up fast and the slow glances through eyelashes that she kept giving him, it was definite.

When his body turned towards her, her heart started to flutter.  She noticed his head bobbing to the music, he had seemed so into it, like that it was all that mattered in the world.  She always saw him as this rude, obnoxious guy, which he was, but she saw something new, like he actually cared about something other than himself. A guitar solo began to play and he asked her, “So tell me, Miss. Advice Column, what advice would you give to us on how to move the night forward?”  She was confused to what he meant, did he want to have sex with her?  Or did he mean something like watch watch a movie?  What was she thinking, of course he wanted to have sex with her.  That's what Dustin always wanted.

"How the fuck else do I get this perfect complexion." Dustin retorted, moving over to the entertainment center and popping one of his CD’s in the stereo. The hard strums of an electric guitar crackling through the speakers. It wasn’t totally egotistical that he was playing a cd filled with his own covers and he wouldn’t lie and say he’s never fucked a girl while listening to his own voice belting out 80’s hair band lyrics.