
Originally Posted by
Joshua
Well, um, one would think I'd learn after the experiences I've had. Had about, let's see, one person out of four who is still a good friend, after I hit on him?
One moved away a few weeks after (after spending weeks avoiding me), one kinda hated me for about eight months, and has only just started trusting me, and I've described the blackmailing person.
No, I really think I was lucky the first time. Although, the guy in question is currently going out with someone else of the female variety (that wasn't meant as an insult), but hey, he is like a diary to me. Well, a diary that you have to almost pin down to get it to listen to you, and occasionally tells you to shut up. But he's trying to help set me up with the guy I like.
The really hard thing, is I see Beau so often. He's in my hockey team, he's in the play with me, and we hang around at lunch. He's only *counts on fingers* 26 months younger than me, and two grades behind me in school. And it hurts not to see him, but it hurts seeing him, and thinking that my chances of getting with him are slim.
That, and I dreamt about him that other night. I dreamt that he kissed me, and I had my hand on his side, and he had his hand resting on the back of my neck. Now, whenever even the slightest thing comes into contact with either of those places on my body, the image keeps popping into my head. I'm not complaining, but it's a little hard to explain why I keep constantly zoning out.
Wow, I think I put more into that paragraph alone than what my dad knows about my love life. This is making me feel much better about myself. Thanks for listening (or would you say reading?) guys.
Joshua