Bad, good day
So yesterday I found out that my crush is in a really serious relationship with another girl and naturally I was saddened. Well, I don't know if saddened is the right word, maybe more "disappointed?" I know this is such a cliche thing to ask but, why are all the cute, desirable guys taken (or gay)?
There might be some real life statistical evidence to support the Harry/Draco ship then. Think of it. The two hottest boys in Hogwarts (minus my Ron who will forever be just for Hermione) shagging each other! This sounds just like real life to me!
Anyway...
On a whim, my bestmate Kirk and I went out for dinner and two beers last night. I needed it to be a pathetic crushlorn wanker, he needed it to escape his horny parents. We had a grand time, Kirk and I, talking about work, friends, non-friends and lost loves. Last night was the most fun I've had in a long while, but surprisingly (or unsurprisingly?), I was asleep at 9:30 p.m.
I woke up still sad, though, and still feeling the minimal alcohol I took in flowing through my veins. Pathetic. I allowed myself only a few minutes to toss and turn before I shot up and proceeded to prepare for my badminton game. I only got to play 3 sets. The boys all wanted to play with each other.
Typical.
I went to work expecting a somber day. That would have been the right conclusion to the pathetic infatuation, right? But no. I had to suffer through a day peppered with easy banter, fleeting glances and shy smiles shared with teh totally unavailable crush. We looked at each other and giggled (giggled!) out of the blue while lining up at the lunch line, we teased each other while eating, he teased me while in the elevator, we snuck glances at each other while working and we said cute goodbyes to each other as he headed off to probably (most likely) fetch his girlfriend form work.
To top it all off he, was wearing a twinkle in his eye and two-day old stubble the whole day, my weaknesses.
The world is conspiring against me.
There might be some real life statistical evidence to support the Harry/Draco ship then. Think of it. The two hottest boys in Hogwarts (minus my Ron who will forever be just for Hermione) shagging each other! This sounds just like real life to me!
Anyway...
On a whim, my bestmate Kirk and I went out for dinner and two beers last night. I needed it to be a pathetic crushlorn wanker, he needed it to escape his horny parents. We had a grand time, Kirk and I, talking about work, friends, non-friends and lost loves. Last night was the most fun I've had in a long while, but surprisingly (or unsurprisingly?), I was asleep at 9:30 p.m.
I woke up still sad, though, and still feeling the minimal alcohol I took in flowing through my veins. Pathetic. I allowed myself only a few minutes to toss and turn before I shot up and proceeded to prepare for my badminton game. I only got to play 3 sets. The boys all wanted to play with each other.
Typical.
I went to work expecting a somber day. That would have been the right conclusion to the pathetic infatuation, right? But no. I had to suffer through a day peppered with easy banter, fleeting glances and shy smiles shared with teh totally unavailable crush. We looked at each other and giggled (giggled!) out of the blue while lining up at the lunch line, we teased each other while eating, he teased me while in the elevator, we snuck glances at each other while working and we said cute goodbyes to each other as he headed off to probably (most likely) fetch his girlfriend form work.
To top it all off he, was wearing a twinkle in his eye and two-day old stubble the whole day, my weaknesses.
The world is conspiring against me.