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I'm sorry, I dont want to make things akward....
28.2.09


So it turns out my friend (who I recently helped get out of a relationship) likes me....LIKES me likes me. WTF? Where are peoples timing!? Where were you 3 years ago when I had a huge crush on you and was SINGLE??
But then he felt horrible about telling me and that he understood what happens next (meaning he didn't think I'd hang out with him anymore). But I wouldn't let that happen. So I made an attempt at making sure I could hang out with him more to that to him. And all was going well.....ish
We went out last night (with like 9 other people) and all was going well until he kissed me.
Well he considers it a kiss, but it was really just a peck on the cheek. We didn't really talk after that.
But, I...kind of liked it.
Until we got to the car. He turns to me and says "Im sorry. I shouldn't have done that, now things will be awkward."
Me: No...its....its ok. Things wont be awkward, you'll see.
Him: They will be for me.....now everything I do..I don't want to seem like Im flirting with you. Are you still going out with...him?
Me: Yeah,.... but your naturally flirty (lol seriously he is. If you didn't know him you'd think he was a player or something....I can see why his ex was so jealous all the time).
Him: But I can turn that off (me thinking: yeah and you seem like a jerk when you do that)...

So we get to the restaurant and he makes an effort not to sit next to me. But before I can even order Mom calls screaming that its past my curfew....So I ended up leaving but (I was his ride) he decided to stay...He seemed pretty...mad..

But now he keeps texting me to come over. Of course Im grounded for staying out past curfew....
God Im so confused. Damn people and their horrid timing!


Vibes* 15:02 2 comments

2 Comments:

I think boys are the best at horrid timing. Oh yes, I would know.

By Blogger Bookish.Spazz, at March 1, 2009 at 9:49 PM  

Boy are so unpredictable!

By Blogger Corinne, at March 2, 2009 at 8:48 PM  

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