Is this kid a jerk?
I’m crushing so hard I can’t even tell.
Alright. I’m a straightedge kind of girl, no drugs…not much alcohol…(Well, comeon. Sometimes a Tequilla Sunrise on a Saturday night can be amazingly fun. Especially for a light-weight like me.) But anyways, when I’m on my college campus I go to at least three-ish crazy dance parties a week.
At one early last year I saw a really cute guy helping another really cute guy who looked reeeally drunk. The snatches of their conversation I heard as I walked by with some friends made me go all mushy inside. They were amazing and I just wanted to give the drunk one a big hug and tuck him in for the night, kiss on the forehead kind of deal.
So the months went by and I had some of my own boy drama (nothing more than a random hookup that I didn’t want to turn into a boyfriend), my friend “fell in love” with “the drunk one” and me and my group of friends gave him a nickname. I’ll call him ‘Joe’ for the sake of this ditzy little piece of gossip.
For some reason I was a bit disgusted that she liked Joe so much. He’s kind of hairy…and may be balding a bit? Not sure. He looks like a sexy-beast if he lets his beard grow out to scruffiness. So friend #1 liked him, but it ended up that friend #2 made out with him at a party. Drama and hatred ensued. I acted as a mediator. (like I always do. xP)
But anyways, I went to a party late in the year, was hella-bored and decided to do something stupid. I went up to him and asked him to dance. He said yes. I looked like hell. It was the end of the year and I had had a million papers/tests that week, but he said yes and was suprisingly intimate right off the bat. It was kind of scary, but I kept getting that warm, “I want to tuck you in,” feeling. We talked, I tried to pretend I didn’t know him from all the earlier drama. We ended up making out on the dance floor… (I promise I wasn’t drunk. It just sort of…happened.) …and going back to his place.
We snuggled and kissed and talked and I was stupid and made the excuse that I had to go to church the next day…so he walked me home at 5 am. hah. right?
He friended me on facebook sometime that next week. I waited another week to accept it…and XP we kind of laughed everytime we saw each other. Especially since I kept remembering what an idiot I had been, talking about all sorts of things. I probably sounded like a pretentious philosopher…an easy philospher…hm.
BUT ANYWAYS, we didn’t talk at all until I shook his hand right before I left for home at the end of the year as a joke, and we haven’t talked at all this year, but we keep seeing each other and not really saying hi. But friend #2 made out with him again. And keeps talking about him. And friend #1 is pining over a new boy.
I keep hearing all these things about him through the grapevine and despite the fact that he has a reputation of being easy, I reeeally want to just hug him and talk about politics and economics…
I ran into him twice today. I almost said hi, but got scared and chickened out. Sometimes he’s disgusting, especially when he makes out with my friends…but I keep having dreams about him asking me out and…
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