Hello, love ya!!!
My offer still stands from my last journal for Christmas cards. If you want me to mail you one, email me from the contact thingy your info and you shall receive. I do not expect anything in return, I just like to be a dork and get all giddy about christmas cards.
Story time, babydolls!
In September, I had a business trip to New York City. This would be the first time I would be taking the train by myself. Needless to say, I was nervous as hell of getting lost. When I am nervous, I usually find the cutest guy in the room and stand next to him. It just feels good, who knows why. This is what I did when I boarded the train. I sat next to the cutest guy and, damn, he was beyond cute.
As I am looking through some documents, I check him out, I get busted, and he smiles at me. Something seems awfully familiar about this guy. I think I know him somehow.
Flashback about *cough* ten years. In my whole history of dating, only one guy has ever broken up with me. That's a pretty good record considering the champion dater I have been. Well, this took place when I was 17. I was dating the captain of the wrestling team. Most girls would agree that he was one of the best looking guys in school, which is why lots of girls hated me. He took me aside at school, one day, and told me that he wanted to break up. It was because he thought my boobs were too small. Yeah, that did great things for my high school self esteem. Let's not dwell, people.
just one more thought... he never did see my boobs, how did he know they weren't big enough? hmm, you think my not putting out had something to do with it?
Back to the train. I continued to examine him. Then it hit me: I dated him! It's him. wow, should I talk to him and say hello or ask him what he does? Nah. I really didn't want to do that. I put some thought into how I could acknowledge if it really is him. He is soooo looking at me. I am all dressed up professionally pretending to be completely engrossed in my science magazine.
It's kind of funny that someone who was the whole world to me at the moment and told me they loved me could become a whatshisname. I can't believe I don't remember his name. This is getting embarassing cause I could tell he is working up to talking to me. then I took out a piece of paper and wrote "Joe Desmond" on it. I placed it on my lap and waited for him to notice. When he did, it was very hard not to laugh at the look on his face. I bet he was dying to know how I knew his name.
I got off the train at the next stop and couldn't stop laughing at myself. Why couldn't I be normal and just talk to him like everyone else would? Some things are better left unsaid. I didn't hate the guy, christ that was ten years ago, I just didn't want to talk.
On Tuesday, I was shopping in CVS and a friendly voice said, "Hey, [insert schoolgirl's real name here], how are ya?" I looked up and saw that incredible guy looking at me. I talked to him for a little bit and finished my shopping. I knew it was him from September because he made a point to mention "train" a few times in our conversation. It was kind of neat to see him impressed as all hell that his old girlfriend with her torn jeans and metallica shirts is is now pretty accomplished.
No, he didn't miss out. No, I didn't show him up. And, I do not think the best revenge is to be successful. I just found myself amused and won't think anything more of it.
In April, I will be attending my high school reunion. I had met up with someone I didn't really know from my grade. We had both been sitting on our invites. There isn't much reason for me to go. I told him it might be interesting and that he needs to be my date. at least I have a date.
So I will see you next time. Wanna answer my question of the week? Have you or will you attend your reunion?
All my lovin and extra hugs,
schoolgirl
xoxoxoxo
My offer still stands from my last journal for Christmas cards. If you want me to mail you one, email me from the contact thingy your info and you shall receive. I do not expect anything in return, I just like to be a dork and get all giddy about christmas cards.
Story time, babydolls!
In September, I had a business trip to New York City. This would be the first time I would be taking the train by myself. Needless to say, I was nervous as hell of getting lost. When I am nervous, I usually find the cutest guy in the room and stand next to him. It just feels good, who knows why. This is what I did when I boarded the train. I sat next to the cutest guy and, damn, he was beyond cute.
As I am looking through some documents, I check him out, I get busted, and he smiles at me. Something seems awfully familiar about this guy. I think I know him somehow.
Flashback about *cough* ten years. In my whole history of dating, only one guy has ever broken up with me. That's a pretty good record considering the champion dater I have been. Well, this took place when I was 17. I was dating the captain of the wrestling team. Most girls would agree that he was one of the best looking guys in school, which is why lots of girls hated me. He took me aside at school, one day, and told me that he wanted to break up. It was because he thought my boobs were too small. Yeah, that did great things for my high school self esteem. Let's not dwell, people.
just one more thought... he never did see my boobs, how did he know they weren't big enough? hmm, you think my not putting out had something to do with it?
Back to the train. I continued to examine him. Then it hit me: I dated him! It's him. wow, should I talk to him and say hello or ask him what he does? Nah. I really didn't want to do that. I put some thought into how I could acknowledge if it really is him. He is soooo looking at me. I am all dressed up professionally pretending to be completely engrossed in my science magazine.
It's kind of funny that someone who was the whole world to me at the moment and told me they loved me could become a whatshisname. I can't believe I don't remember his name. This is getting embarassing cause I could tell he is working up to talking to me. then I took out a piece of paper and wrote "Joe Desmond" on it. I placed it on my lap and waited for him to notice. When he did, it was very hard not to laugh at the look on his face. I bet he was dying to know how I knew his name.
I got off the train at the next stop and couldn't stop laughing at myself. Why couldn't I be normal and just talk to him like everyone else would? Some things are better left unsaid. I didn't hate the guy, christ that was ten years ago, I just didn't want to talk.
On Tuesday, I was shopping in CVS and a friendly voice said, "Hey, [insert schoolgirl's real name here], how are ya?" I looked up and saw that incredible guy looking at me. I talked to him for a little bit and finished my shopping. I knew it was him from September because he made a point to mention "train" a few times in our conversation. It was kind of neat to see him impressed as all hell that his old girlfriend with her torn jeans and metallica shirts is is now pretty accomplished.
No, he didn't miss out. No, I didn't show him up. And, I do not think the best revenge is to be successful. I just found myself amused and won't think anything more of it.
In April, I will be attending my high school reunion. I had met up with someone I didn't really know from my grade. We had both been sitting on our invites. There isn't much reason for me to go. I told him it might be interesting and that he needs to be my date. at least I have a date.
So I will see you next time. Wanna answer my question of the week? Have you or will you attend your reunion?
All my lovin and extra hugs,
schoolgirl
xoxoxoxo
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This is the cutest pic of you EVAAAR!!!