"a funny story is, when he was four he taught hiself to ride a bike. and a two wheeler at that!"

[kramerr]

a funny story is: there's this girl and she meets this boy. she befriends the boy and for two years there is a weird energy between the two. the boy wasted his time with girls who constantly hurt him until he got so scared and insecure that the girl feared he would never be able to form a healthy relationship. after two years the girl was sick of the energy, sick of seeing the boy hurt, sick of not being able to tell him how she felt. so she did. and she was right: the boy was too scared or too insecure or too unhappy or too preoccupied or too SOMETHING to realize how great the girl was. she retreated, hurt. the girl tried again and the boy apologized, recognized how great she was, but was slow to act and vague in his pursuit. the girl's trust with the boy was shaken and he was not doing too well trying to rebuild it. the girl met another boy, and at this point in the story, the two are just friends. but the first boy told the girl to stay away from the second boy, even though the two boys were friends. the girl was confused. she really liked the first, but she could not wait around forever. and what gave him authority over her, anyway? the second boy called her, invited her places, IMed her, checked up on her and apologized when he thought he hurt her (he didn't, but he was quick to make right anything by the girl). the second was clearly winning (although he has made no sign of wanting a relationship, even on a FRIENDS level the second was the obvious choice), and the knowing that the first boy did not approve gave her satisfaction. "so there," she thought, after a night when the first boy had called her, but instead she chose to see the second boy. "i stuck up for myself tonight." and in a small way, she had. she stuck up for her privacy and independence since the first boy had no ties to her in anyway (his own doing) to be able to give her authority over who she saw. she stuck up for her heart, which had been broken over and over, (again, partly the first boy's doing), and his lack of effort, care, or concern, was doing nothing to repair her. mostly though, she stuck up for who she was. herself. for two years she loved this boy and she now refused to be defined by him. she still was, of course, but for that one night, for that one sparkling night, he said jump and she did not say how high. he needed to know that she would not be there forever. he needed to know that he was not the alpha and the omega....

but oh! how she just wished he would freaking CALL her!