so, I think I’ll share a rather terribly sad story about my life with you as a kind of cathartic release (I hope).
There once was a boy named Mike, he and Alli and I were friends. Then he and I began to hang out. A lot. Like all the time. He’d come over and we’d snuggle and we’d kiss and he’d stay the night (not that way!). But, then he started to be too busy for me. I forced him to hang out with me once more before summer, and then, I knew it would basically be over. We had not dated, we had barely been more than really really good friends. But all summer, what did I receive? Not one. single. text. So I thought, I’m over him. He has no time to even text me all summer, so I have no time to spend with him. But, remember what I told you about the first time I saw him? My body freaked out. The second time, I was in control. I was gorgeous. I was cool. I was calm. I was stunning. Then, I posted a pic of my dog to his wall, saying that she was a fox because he loves foxes, and she really looks like one in the pic. So he texts me, asking when he can come over to meet her. So, I invite him over on Sunday night. I am completely expecting to use him and snuggle with him, and move on. But then, we actually talk. We talk about how crappy it was of him to not text me. We talk about how shallow easy girls are, and how he likes a challenging girl. I put on his motorcycle helmet, and he tells me I look sexy. When he says that he still has hw, and he has to go back, he looks genuinely disappointed. And, he stands on my porch staring into my eyes for the longest time. I would have kissed him if he’d made the move, but he didn’t, so I hugged him, and he left. I think he wanted more, but I wasn’t giving any more than he was. So I thought, surely this means something more to him than just a friendly hello, oh you don’t have a fox…haha ticklefest. But I texted him from the Katy Perry concert last night, and he told me that he was hanging with his gf. HIS GIRLFRIEND! are you f*cking kidding me!?!?!?! He acts sweet and cute and adorable and three days later, he has a gf!?!?! I almost feel sorry for the sorostitute. She is getting cheated on. I am nearly sure that they had to be at least heavily talking when he was begging for a goodnight kiss on my front porch Sun. night. So, for him to be that close to me while dating her, and I know she’s one of those shallow, easy girls that he dislikes. But, he needs the sex, or something retarded like that. he. is. scum. I will never. ever. speak to him again.