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I miss Keanie. She finally left for college in Oregon yesterday, and I'm already having withdrawls. :(
On a more pathetic note, my other best friend, (Caleb), took me to lunch at the Olive Garden yesterday. I've only been there like two or three times my whole life. It was alright.
Anyway, the point is, it was the closest thing to a date I've ever had in my life. We sat across from each other, shared the dishes, he paid, and so on. This is slightly ironic, since I'm trapped in that whole "I'm in love with my best friend" dilemma. Cruel of God to do that to me, eh?
But since y'all most likely don't know about that, here's the scoop about Caleb and I.
I am not one to make that big of a decision lightly. Love is a big deal. I don't just say it to anyone.
I am so loyal that I had a best friend from third grade until eleventh grade. And she was the one that ended it. I don't switch friends daily or weekly, or yearly.
Caleb and I connect on a very intimate level. He knows things about me that no one else does, (not even my old best friend). Same with him. He tells me a lot.
He's funny, smart, talented (photographer, actor, and singer), and physically attractive as well.
His parents love me, and mine love him.
So let's put it this way: we're doing everything but the physical stuff, like making out or having sex. We even tell each other "I love you!" (And I realize it means something different to guys than girls, don't worry.)
I've never been treated well by males my own age, so it's also important to me that Caleb is such a good person, and so kind. I have a bad track record, but we'll hash that out some other time. (And none of the situations were romantic, either.)
I'm sure this sounds really cliche and immature, but I am neither cliche nor immature.
I hope this makes sense. I've always been able to explain things better face to face!
So that was the cruel irony of my lunch at Olive Garden. :D
I also saw Jay at Peggy's birthday party. I wish his wife Julie didn't view me as competition, since she pretty much forbids him from talking to other women. But that's just gross, bacause I view Jay as my big brother. He taught me how to ride a bike, for instance. I have to physically corner him or get in his way to talk to him. That's pretty sad, because he is really awesome and I miss talking to him.
I really don't want to go back to Moscow.
On a more pathetic note, my other best friend, (Caleb), took me to lunch at the Olive Garden yesterday. I've only been there like two or three times my whole life. It was alright.
Anyway, the point is, it was the closest thing to a date I've ever had in my life. We sat across from each other, shared the dishes, he paid, and so on. This is slightly ironic, since I'm trapped in that whole "I'm in love with my best friend" dilemma. Cruel of God to do that to me, eh?
But since y'all most likely don't know about that, here's the scoop about Caleb and I.
I am not one to make that big of a decision lightly. Love is a big deal. I don't just say it to anyone.
I am so loyal that I had a best friend from third grade until eleventh grade. And she was the one that ended it. I don't switch friends daily or weekly, or yearly.
Caleb and I connect on a very intimate level. He knows things about me that no one else does, (not even my old best friend). Same with him. He tells me a lot.
He's funny, smart, talented (photographer, actor, and singer), and physically attractive as well.
His parents love me, and mine love him.
So let's put it this way: we're doing everything but the physical stuff, like making out or having sex. We even tell each other "I love you!" (And I realize it means something different to guys than girls, don't worry.)
I've never been treated well by males my own age, so it's also important to me that Caleb is such a good person, and so kind. I have a bad track record, but we'll hash that out some other time. (And none of the situations were romantic, either.)
I'm sure this sounds really cliche and immature, but I am neither cliche nor immature.
I hope this makes sense. I've always been able to explain things better face to face!
So that was the cruel irony of my lunch at Olive Garden. :D
I also saw Jay at Peggy's birthday party. I wish his wife Julie didn't view me as competition, since she pretty much forbids him from talking to other women. But that's just gross, bacause I view Jay as my big brother. He taught me how to ride a bike, for instance. I have to physically corner him or get in his way to talk to him. That's pretty sad, because he is really awesome and I miss talking to him.
I really don't want to go back to Moscow.