Just call me Carrie Bradshaw already.
In which I unwittingly lead three boys on while wishing another boy would stop being so damn awkward and make a move on me. WHO AM I. I DON'T KNOW.
Background story: Boy and I broke up at the beginning of this year. Yes, it sucked. Yes, it sucked even more when Schuy and Boy started becoming BFFs and hitting on each other and heavy-duty dancing with each other and just stopping short of hooking up because Schuy still has her senior boyfriend. Yes, I'm over it now because I consider neither of them my real friends and making such a decision actually lifted huge weights off my shoulders. So, if you ever have the horrific experience I've just stopped having after a month-and-a-half, take my advice: cut the bitches out of your life. Anyway. Single and ready to mingle. Har har. All of you know I'm nothing like that. In fact, if possible I have become even more of a tomboy than ever in an effort to get away from the mortifying reality that I kind of changed myself to be with Boy. Not a huge amount, but significant enough that I am now doing and being whoever I want. Not doing whoever I want. That was a poorly worded English sentence. Whatever. Single and ready to mingle, is the bottom line.
Current situation: my male transgender friend, Alex (as in, I was friends with him when he was a girl and now I'm friends with him and he's a boy), has a crush on me. I only just figured this out on Wednesday and have been analyzing my actions since then, and I believe I have unwittingly been leading him on. My issue: I like being his friend, but I'm afraid he's going to make the moves on me and that'll be it. Our friendship will be over. So I'm avoiding him like the true loser I am. Dammit. My other friend, Mike, might also have a crush on me. Either that or he just really likes to hit on me and only me. Either way, he's been inviting me to parties all month and I, being a moron, have accepted. Now I have a problem: on the one hand, he's a lot of fun to hang out with. On the other hand, I don't like him like that. My THIRD friend is a freshman. I have a lot of fun with him, and am also conflicted in my feelings about him. I don't know, after the whole huge mess with Boy, I'm not sure I'm ready to be in any kind of a relationship for awhile and I don't want to use someone as a rebound. That's just cruel. Isn't it? It was for me. And FINALLY, there is Boy Number Four. The boy I actually might have a crush on. The boy who is also, coincidentally, one of my best friends and so awkward that I know nothing will ever happen, but I think maybe he might like me too and who knows, something might happen...
To add to this, there are actual problems in the world, like wars and financial disasters and my aunt having a miscarriage.
HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN. I'M NOT EVEN THAT GOOD-LOOKING. Anyway. I thought I'd post this for anyone looking for a good laugh. Like, say you have actual problems. You just read through this entire pathetic post. Now you're thinking, "Wow. What a conceited idiot." But you're laughing a little, aren't you? Thus, my purpose hath been fulfillethed.
Background story: Boy and I broke up at the beginning of this year. Yes, it sucked. Yes, it sucked even more when Schuy and Boy started becoming BFFs and hitting on each other and heavy-duty dancing with each other and just stopping short of hooking up because Schuy still has her senior boyfriend. Yes, I'm over it now because I consider neither of them my real friends and making such a decision actually lifted huge weights off my shoulders. So, if you ever have the horrific experience I've just stopped having after a month-and-a-half, take my advice: cut the bitches out of your life. Anyway. Single and ready to mingle. Har har. All of you know I'm nothing like that. In fact, if possible I have become even more of a tomboy than ever in an effort to get away from the mortifying reality that I kind of changed myself to be with Boy. Not a huge amount, but significant enough that I am now doing and being whoever I want. Not doing whoever I want. That was a poorly worded English sentence. Whatever. Single and ready to mingle, is the bottom line.
Current situation: my male transgender friend, Alex (as in, I was friends with him when he was a girl and now I'm friends with him and he's a boy), has a crush on me. I only just figured this out on Wednesday and have been analyzing my actions since then, and I believe I have unwittingly been leading him on. My issue: I like being his friend, but I'm afraid he's going to make the moves on me and that'll be it. Our friendship will be over. So I'm avoiding him like the true loser I am. Dammit. My other friend, Mike, might also have a crush on me. Either that or he just really likes to hit on me and only me. Either way, he's been inviting me to parties all month and I, being a moron, have accepted. Now I have a problem: on the one hand, he's a lot of fun to hang out with. On the other hand, I don't like him like that. My THIRD friend is a freshman. I have a lot of fun with him, and am also conflicted in my feelings about him. I don't know, after the whole huge mess with Boy, I'm not sure I'm ready to be in any kind of a relationship for awhile and I don't want to use someone as a rebound. That's just cruel. Isn't it? It was for me. And FINALLY, there is Boy Number Four. The boy I actually might have a crush on. The boy who is also, coincidentally, one of my best friends and so awkward that I know nothing will ever happen, but I think maybe he might like me too and who knows, something might happen...
To add to this, there are actual problems in the world, like wars and financial disasters and my aunt having a miscarriage.
HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN. I'M NOT EVEN THAT GOOD-LOOKING. Anyway. I thought I'd post this for anyone looking for a good laugh. Like, say you have actual problems. You just read through this entire pathetic post. Now you're thinking, "Wow. What a conceited idiot." But you're laughing a little, aren't you? Thus, my purpose hath been fulfillethed.