Once upon a time...
No not really but here we go.
It all starts with a cartoon, Avatar the Last Airbender to be exact. Any way, my best friend and I (my best friend is male) decided to watch all of these cartoons before the movie came out (the movie was horrible don't go see it). Though we were unable to succeed in watching all of them, we did spend a crazy amount of time together. Then, after all that I slowly realized that I had feelings for him... Yeah this is not good, seeing as I have been friends with him since the 6th grade, and we just graduated High school... Bah really not good. To add a cherry on top of the pie, or ice cream (depending on your preference) he has a girlfriend. But no, he doesn't like her, and she doesn't like him... any more that is. He is just too afraid to break up with her and the same goes for her (I am friends with both of them, so I hear about this alllll the time). They had sex, and during sex, bonding endorphins (Oxytocin) are released, creating a bond with your sexual partner, I believe this is why they are reluctant to break up, they have also been dating for more than a year, so it is understandable, you know? Any way, back to my awesome story, and I would also like to interject that she has an eye infection and has to wear an eye patch... heh heh heh (I am a slightly terrible person)
The thing is, I think he likes me too, but that doesn't really matter. Yet I will explain why I think he likes me. Lots of tickling, the hug thing (when a guy hugs you he can either let his hands drag over your body or let go immediately, it is my belief that if a guy drags his hands, he has at least some feelings for you), and the talking (asking of strange questions), it doesn't matter though.
So until now you are probably thinking, "shut up girl, your life isn't that bad, the universe just dislikes you, it doesn't hate you!" but no, here is the kicker, and it really isn't bad seeing that I enjoyed it... I enjoyed it quite a bit.
Last night I was hanging out with one of my ex-boyfriends and we have a bad habit of kissing and other such things when we are together alone. It is a problem. Any way, we had made it all the way back to his house (we were driving around aimlessly, talking, and singing. We had even gone back to the place that we went to instead of prom, and nothing happened), and I was hitting him with my hair and then he started to kiss me. And other things, but any way my point is the world is ironic. At this time last year, I would have gone crazy if that had happened, but now I am too obsessed with my best friend do even think about it, oh the irony. Though it was very nice... and I was an hour late for my curfew...
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