Boys. Like the typical highschool girl, I want to be around boys. I can't help it and they are just so gorgeously intriguing and frustrating and. the girls know what I mean. Anyways. I say gorgeously intriguing but I also say frustrating. Dear god! So frustrating! Gather round. Story time :)
Once upon a time there lived a woman named Julia who was cynical and brooding, but on the inside just a soft hearted small-town girl who wanted a boy to hold her hand and kiss her in the moonlight on her front porch (if she didnt have parents watching her come inside... if it weren't always raining... if she actually had a porch... and if her hands weren't always slightly clammy to the extent that her worst fear was to have her hands touched by other human. particularly one of the opposite sex)
This boy, we'll call him William, noticed her one day. He noticed her messy hair, her nervous laugh, and her intense eyes which ever scanned the scene, observant and wondering. He noticed her insecurities and her wishes when others didn't.
But hey! Wow. Relationships suck. We know thatttt. Come onnnn. Duh! So here's the run down. Texting, flirting, sexual tension, four weeks later. "Can we talk about us?" he says. I say. "oh sure no problem!" he says "Great. So let's just be friends. I can't commit right now. I mean I really like you. You're beautiful, but I can't take it right now." I say. "Me too. My sentiments exactly." Wow was THAT a lie. I just luuuuv it when we say exactly what they want to hear just to get the hell out of that awkward conversation. So as I'm driving home, I'm thinking what the hell just happened? And then it hit me.
He's in control, and I am following his lead. Ew. Oh well. I guess that's just the way it is with these boys. More later.
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