Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I'm growing my hair out. Immediately.

I woke up to this message in my inbox this morning:

You are..Really damn cute. Idk how I didn't notice you in h.s. Hmm, I should've paid attention more ahha.

Flattering, right? Wrong.

It came from a she. Like a girl. I hope you're thinking... "Ooooohhh...." Not so flattering anymore. : / I mean, that is REALLY kind to let someone know you think they're cute. Really. It is. And I like this girl. She's a sweetheart. But when they're lesbian, and you're not. (Like, I'm really not lesbian. Not even close to being one.) It makes things really awkward.
I tried to be nice. I really did! I wrote back:

Ha! Thanks! We used to be PE buddies. Remember?

She responds:

Honestly, I really don't remember. Ha. I was normally on something every single day. Buuut, I'm surprised I don't remember /: feckin' A. You'd think I'd remember someone as cute as you haha

Tell me, HOW DO I RESPOND TO THAT?? *Sigh* I can't do this anymore. I'm growing my hair out. Long, luscious, drug-free, lesbian-free hair. 

Friday, January 21, 2011

A Guy In His Underwear.

Today, I discovered one of my Creative Arts buddies from last semester is in my Sociology class. I was overjoyed! He's a cool cat. We sat together in class and he walked me to my next class even though his leg hurt from "A tree attack..." while snowboarding. How sweet right? Wrong. 

I have a wonderful boyfriend. He'd walk me to class even if a bear had just ripped his leg off and thrown it across The Quad. So, walking me to class with a limp? Not impressed. 

Anyway, I'm putting out those strong "Let's Just Be Friend" vibes, just in case, (I'm assuming he and his old girlfriend are "no longer") when he stops me in front of my next class and asks if I'm busy on Saturday. In the process of answering that I definitely would be, a man a few yards away begins screaming. Perfect.

He pulled his shirt off. Threw his backpack down. Waved his arms. And then it came. Yep. The pants went down. Yes. 

So I'm SUPER distracted at this point. And Creative-Art's-Buddy is giving up hope of having a date? Hanging out? I'm not sure what he was asking for. (Girls never know what guys want these days.) Either way, Creative Arts buddy had an epic fail today. He may be cute. But you'll never get a date with a girl that has the CUTEST boyfriend and is standing a few yards away from a screaming man in his underwear.