Have Heart. Have Heart. Have Heart. Have Heart.Because my life was not nearly in the desperate state of confusion I like best, I decided to amp it up. I went to my friend Bethany's "MeatAPalooza" with a case of Bud Light Lime, and a package of veggie dogs. I had Katrina at my side, just in case I seizured (Thankyou, I am aware that "seizured" is not actually a word) all over the floor. I was fairly intent on giving out the obligatory hugs, accompanied by, "Oh my god, I haven't seen you in so long, you look gorgeous, I missed you" having some boy cook my dogs, eat, drink and Katrina and I would go to bed...
Of course, things did not go that way, the barbeque ran out of propane, so a very tall boy in seven A-pocket jeans offered to cook them for me. I said yes, he did. I later went outside to smoke, he came out to smoke a joint. He told me he was in construction, I explained to him that he was not fitting into my stereotypes, construction workers didn't dress as beautifully as he was. He then told me he was straight, again I explained about the stereotypes, men dressed as he was, I automatically labelled as gay. I also told him, if it hadn't been for that label, I most likely wouldn't have been talking to him. Because I love the 'mos. Also, his name, is Tyler.
By the end of the night I was wearing his elbow patched cardigan, and we had already been making out for hours. When he went to leave, I asked if he wanted my number, he said, "I guess so" took it, and kissed me goodbye. I will probably never hear from him, because rejection is my game.
Last night after feeling a touch deflated from Thursday nights excursion, I headed to Duraes, now I know that I am treading in dangerous waters, if she finds out how I feel about her, it would probably do irreparable damage to our friendship, but I can't help myself. CJ was there. We all hung out for a while, ate some junkfood, I was all cuddled up on the couch with Durae. Tyson came home hammered, we went outside for a smoke, he said, "Rachel, you just have to go for it with CJ, just push yourself onto him, he isn't going to say no." So I did. That night when we all headed for bed, I got in his bed, telling Durae, "Don't worry about it love, I'll get cuddly with CJ tonight." Then I went upstairs, CJ followed about half an hour later, and when he did, he saw I was in his bed for real, closed his bedroom door and went and slept on the couch. Seriously, rejection is my best game.
Of course, things did not go that way, the barbeque ran out of propane, so a very tall boy in seven A-pocket jeans offered to cook them for me. I said yes, he did. I later went outside to smoke, he came out to smoke a joint. He told me he was in construction, I explained to him that he was not fitting into my stereotypes, construction workers didn't dress as beautifully as he was. He then told me he was straight, again I explained about the stereotypes, men dressed as he was, I automatically labelled as gay. I also told him, if it hadn't been for that label, I most likely wouldn't have been talking to him. Because I love the 'mos. Also, his name, is Tyler.
By the end of the night I was wearing his elbow patched cardigan, and we had already been making out for hours. When he went to leave, I asked if he wanted my number, he said, "I guess so" took it, and kissed me goodbye. I will probably never hear from him, because rejection is my game.
Last night after feeling a touch deflated from Thursday nights excursion, I headed to Duraes, now I know that I am treading in dangerous waters, if she finds out how I feel about her, it would probably do irreparable damage to our friendship, but I can't help myself. CJ was there. We all hung out for a while, ate some junkfood, I was all cuddled up on the couch with Durae. Tyson came home hammered, we went outside for a smoke, he said, "Rachel, you just have to go for it with CJ, just push yourself onto him, he isn't going to say no." So I did. That night when we all headed for bed, I got in his bed, telling Durae, "Don't worry about it love, I'll get cuddly with CJ tonight." Then I went upstairs, CJ followed about half an hour later, and when he did, he saw I was in his bed for real, closed his bedroom door and went and slept on the couch. Seriously, rejection is my best game.
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