So it’s been awhile since I’ve written. Guess I was a little busy and barely had time to breathe.
Here’s an update on my current life:
The boy I thought I wanted proved me wrong, as have all the others. And I have scabies.
The boy situation started about two months ago, at the beginning of football season. It was the perfect situation, you see, my two best friends were involved with his two best friends, it was a perfect movie-making moment. So I thought it was inevitable that we would end up together.
And so the flirting began, it started off as innocent and drunk flirting. Then we began hanging outing a more private setting. Basically the six of us hanging out on the deck of the frat house.
I picked him up from the bar and brought him home one night, like a good person would. It was the same as any other time I picked him up: gratitude, flirting, hand holding…but this one was interrupted with throwing up and many strange sentences.
I was trying to decipher what he meant (as anyone would), because like the saying goes “drunk words are sober thoughts” although after this encounter I’m not too sure how accurate this is now.
At the Halloween party at their frat house, I had seen him flirting and talking to other girls all night all the while he hasn’t spoken to me once. Which is okay because I don’t need that, I just thought were headed somewhere.
When he finally did come up to me, the first thing he said was something along the lines of me staying over there tonight. I wouldn’t have done that anyway because of the scabies, but really wouldn’t have at then end of this night.
Then he actually stopped our conversation and said, “Wait let me go hit on them real quick” don’t worry he came back to talk to me after he struck out.
Then my friend came out and she knew something was wrong the second she saw my face, but she played it off because I didn’t want him to know I was trying my hardest not to break down and cry right there. He told her she looked “hot” and said nothing of the sort to me. Not that I need that from anyone, but it’s still nice to hear. Then he asked her what she was doing next Friday night (they have semi), then she responded with going with another guy to semi. Then he made some repulsive joke about the guy she’s going with, which was completely uncalled for excuse they are just friends. Then he said, “Yeah I’m going solo” again right in front of me. Not that I want to go with him because he was a terrible date at my semi, but he just says things that are totally uncalled for.
That night I realized that he wasn’t worth my time because he was just like my ex-boyfriend. Verbally abusive, saying unnecessary, mean things, and insulting my friends (who have become my family). I couldn’t figure out if he was genuinely nice and just put on a mean exterior or vie versa. I’m glad I figured it out only two months in, instead of a year and a half.
Long story short: I’ve struck out yet again and have nothing to show for it.