Jelly knees
I am now, for the first time, experiencing the dire effects of communicating with an attractive boy.
Okay, so here's what happened. Last night I went on what was techinically the first real date I've ever been on. At first i thought I had been stood up because silly Grant mixed up the locations inwhich we were supposed to meet. Andrew thankfully saw him waiting and gave him a nice smack and told him where I was.
Anyway, he looks the same as he did before... but I'm pretty sure he's taller. He looks older. I wore my 2 inch heeled boots so as to feel superior but that DIDN'T WORK. I can't talk to pretty boys!! They make all my logic disappear and my usually articulate language turn into muddled goop... Oh it was awful. Here I was trying to have a friendly debate about absolute evils and such, my favourite philosophical topic, but I find myself unable to organise my arguments in my head and retorting with things like "Well... fine!"... ugh. It was terrible. I mean, the night wasn't terrible... it was thoroughly enjoyable. I just think that I potentially came off as a bit of a ... well, someone with a speech impediment.
We walked around for awhile and there was this battle in my head going on... I know he wanted to kiss me... he kept trying... But I would start talking about something or reach into my bag to prevent it from happening. But then at the same time, there was this part in my head that was just like "dooo iiittt" ... but ARGH! I'm such a wimp ... I wish I could be the kind of person who can just make out with some guy cuz it's fun... and not cuz it has any emotional attachments. It's just that after he told me that the number of girls he's fooled around with is in the HIGH 40s!!! I didn't feel like being another notch on his belt.... his effing huge belt. I mean, I've kissed a total of FOUR people in my whole entire life. And two of them were in montreal whilst I was drunkenly ... well, whilst I was DRUNK. Oh man ... same with the third one... I was drunk with Noah too... I've only ever kissed ONE sober person. I suck.
He wants to go out again... maybe I will. I dunno ... Junior is coming to Toronto next week and I am SOOO getting some of THAT. Oh, we established to eachother through two very frank emails that we both infact have the "hots" for eachother. So now that THAT'S clear. Woot!
I'm also probably seeing foxy fox justin tonight... Goodness, so many boys and so little time!!
I also had an audition yesterday which was superfun... I dont know if I really want the part .. I'd have to go to Michigan for 5 days, and one of those days would be halloween and I LOVE halloween ... meh. The auditioners were supercool though. Two York film students, we ended up joking around for awhile and then I had to go because my mom was waiting outside.
Well, that ends this entry.
Toodles!
Amanda
Okay, so here's what happened. Last night I went on what was techinically the first real date I've ever been on. At first i thought I had been stood up because silly Grant mixed up the locations inwhich we were supposed to meet. Andrew thankfully saw him waiting and gave him a nice smack and told him where I was.
Anyway, he looks the same as he did before... but I'm pretty sure he's taller. He looks older. I wore my 2 inch heeled boots so as to feel superior but that DIDN'T WORK. I can't talk to pretty boys!! They make all my logic disappear and my usually articulate language turn into muddled goop... Oh it was awful. Here I was trying to have a friendly debate about absolute evils and such, my favourite philosophical topic, but I find myself unable to organise my arguments in my head and retorting with things like "Well... fine!"... ugh. It was terrible. I mean, the night wasn't terrible... it was thoroughly enjoyable. I just think that I potentially came off as a bit of a ... well, someone with a speech impediment.
We walked around for awhile and there was this battle in my head going on... I know he wanted to kiss me... he kept trying... But I would start talking about something or reach into my bag to prevent it from happening. But then at the same time, there was this part in my head that was just like "dooo iiittt" ... but ARGH! I'm such a wimp ... I wish I could be the kind of person who can just make out with some guy cuz it's fun... and not cuz it has any emotional attachments. It's just that after he told me that the number of girls he's fooled around with is in the HIGH 40s!!! I didn't feel like being another notch on his belt.... his effing huge belt. I mean, I've kissed a total of FOUR people in my whole entire life. And two of them were in montreal whilst I was drunkenly ... well, whilst I was DRUNK. Oh man ... same with the third one... I was drunk with Noah too... I've only ever kissed ONE sober person. I suck.
He wants to go out again... maybe I will. I dunno ... Junior is coming to Toronto next week and I am SOOO getting some of THAT. Oh, we established to eachother through two very frank emails that we both infact have the "hots" for eachother. So now that THAT'S clear. Woot!
I'm also probably seeing foxy fox justin tonight... Goodness, so many boys and so little time!!
I also had an audition yesterday which was superfun... I dont know if I really want the part .. I'd have to go to Michigan for 5 days, and one of those days would be halloween and I LOVE halloween ... meh. The auditioners were supercool though. Two York film students, we ended up joking around for awhile and then I had to go because my mom was waiting outside.
Well, that ends this entry.
Toodles!
Amanda