when i was a real girl, my mother fed me her glass dreams one spoonful at a time.

don't you hate it when you meet a guy?
 
and like a guy?
 
but know you shouldn't?
 
because he's a lot older?
 
and super attractive?
 
and just way out of your league?
 
but you've spent the last three days with him and can't help wondering?
 
...not to mention the fact that he lives three hours away. :/
 
i don't like life a lot right now.