I went to a Luau last night. I ran into a guy that I've run into a lot over the past year. I'm not really interested in him, but he doesn't bore me. He suggested that we compete to see who could make out with someone at the dance that night.
stupid boy.
I grabbed a friend and told him about the competition and informed him that he was going to help me win.
And he did.
And I did.
After winning the bet, he invited me to go and play games at another friend's house. I would have preferred to stay and dance, but I thought about how I complain about not being asked out--and decided that I should accept his invitation.
He's not a bad guy, he's really great actually. It's just that I don't think he's very interested in me, and I'm afraid I've made him think I care more than I do. I would love to get to know him better, but that's not the same as being interested. I invited him over to hang out tonight, and he needs to go to bed early tonight.
Stupid boy.
2 comments:
uh, would you mind telling me who the stupid boy is that you made out with? Details girl.
I didn't make out with stupid boy. Stupid boy stupidly bet me that I couldn't make out with someone that night. So I grabbed a friend, kissed him, and promptly won the bet. I don't know stupid boy well enough to make out with him. But that would certainly be more interesting!
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