Boys are from Mars

So this isn't really going to much of a blog, more like a journal that allows me to rant.

To start things off, I lead a very simple, non chaotic life. No drinking, no partying, just a lot of internet and homework. I didn't chose the boring life, the boring life chose me, y'know what I'm saying?

So I'm not the most socially adept person out there. Now, it's mainly this reason that I don't normally get the attention of all the boys, which I'm quite ok with, most of the time. Now and then there come along certain boys in which i will crawl out of my antisocial shell, apply some sort of girly makeup stuff and attempt to flirt with. Statistically, I don't really win all that much.

Just recently I met a guy, let's call him Jimmy. Now Jimmy, was one of those guys, for me at least. He can play guitar, bass, drums and we both adore the same music, he's different, not butt stupid and freaking hilarious. So obviously, being the stupid little girl I am, I metaphorically tripped over the tangled laces of his sexual Chuck Taylors and suffered pretty extensive cuts and bruises.

Here, I'll start from the beginning.

First day of grade 12. You're the top of the food chain, ready to take on the world. Things were looking up, my two girlies (lets call one June and the other August) and I had managed to avoid the dreaded assigned lockers and got 3 right next to each other, in the perfect location. Classes were pretty chill, knew most of my teachers from before, it was all good. We busted into our familiar watering hole, ready to fuck some shit up and eat that PB&J sammich when i saw him. I have to admit, he was pretty damn cute. His brown hair all tussled and scruffy, his earrings, his gorgeous blue eyes, it was pretty great. As an added bonus, he was playing the guitar beautifully, and i nearly fan-girled all over the place.  Me, being about as socially adept as a naked mole rat, was too shy to go talk to him myself. Thankfully with a little help from my girlies i was able to get him to come sit with us one lunch and introduce myself and we started talking.

The poor boy, he never saw it coming. Once he started talking to me, there was no way i was ever going stop. Except, for maybe class, cuz that's kinda important, right?

Anywho, over the weekend we talked, or should I say texted, non stop. We actually had some sort of physical social interaction, when he picked August and I up in his shitty old Prelude and we attempted to go downtown but somehow managed to leave the province. To be completely honest, it was quite magical.

Sooooooo, at this point it was almost hook line & sinker for this kid. A punk boy who was funny, a year older and had his own car? That by itself is fairly rare. So i figured, hey, what's there to lose? He's been, from what I understand, using the protocol for flirting. So i did the unthinkable, and told him how I felt.

I think the craziest thing out of all of this is the fact that he was in total shock when i dropped the "c" bomb.  Like, "what? a non creepy, fairly attractive girl who has cool taste in music thinks I'm da shit? What do I do?" and his uncertainty of knowing how to proceed has continued to diminish more and more as time goes on.

One moment  he'll be saying he thinks we're going to fast by hanging out just us two and holding hands, the next he'll be playing my favorite song on guitar to try and get my attention. He'll flip flop from saying stuff like "we'd make a cute couple" or "as I think about it more and more, we have so many common interests and i really like being around you" to "I don't know if i like you more than just a friend" back to "you're real longterm relationship material".  This boy flip flops worse than a freshly caught fish. So much for social interaction being fun.

In anycase, I should get back to studying for a physics test. Till next time my internet hipsters!

xoxo