My last post may need some explaining seeing as anyone who reads this (all three of you) might not know the wonderful story that is my humiliating life. Well this summer I did the unthinkable...wait for it... I actually dated a boy. Yes I know I have done everything in my power to avoid this for the last few years but he just wiggled his way in. I met him at school, we started studying together and although he had absolutely nothing I would ever ever look for in a boyfriend he was just so... well so good looking. I never thought I was shallow or would care about looks but man was he just so... good looking. At first he was fun and sweet, hence the flowers he picked for me in the previous post, but eventually he started to turn a tad bit crazy and even more annoying. But remember he was so good looking that I put up with it for a few months too long. I drew a chart for the visual learners out there:
See as hotness goes up so does my tolerance for annoyance. The taller, tanner, the bigger the muscles the more easily I can handle you talking about your favorite features on yourself, or who you think you can take in a fight. But as you can see from the chart eventually we get to a point where I don't care how hot you are, I just can't watch you and your friends play Mortal Kombat anymore! Well things took their eventual toll and we started the "fade out". It had been weeks of excuses like "I've got too much homework", "I'm too tired", or "I'm going out of town". Things were working out perfectly, until one night I was just bored enough to agree to go over to his house. I had come up with the genius idea of bringing my friend Becky over to his house with me to keep me from falling for his hotness once again. Things went perfectly and as we were leaving Becky walked a little faster to the car to give me a second alone with him. I'm standing there on his front porch doing the awkward goodnight talk, while in the middle of me talking he turns around and slams his door shut. I stood there a second confused as to what was going on, thinking maybe he was just going in the house for a second and was going to return with presents for me? That wasn't the case. This is the texting that occurred the next five minutes:
Me: What just happened?
Him: It was awkward
Me: So because it was awkward you throw a tantrum
Him: Yeah
Me: I can't believe you want things to play out like this...( I continued on a for awhile but I'll spare you)
Him: Well you win some you lose some.
That was the famous line that is now being quoted around here at every opportunity. I must have meant so much to him. What a winner. That was the very last thing I heard from him and now I live in fear as I walk around campus that I am going to run into him and have to do that uncomfortable small talk thing, but really thinking the whole time I wish I could punch you in the face. I learned two very important lessons, first that being that hot will only lead to trouble and second, I have very poor judgement when it comes to men (I mean boys) and I need someone to come take over the decision making process for me (anyone but Lindsey).
