I just got home from cruising around with a kid I have a GIGANTIC crush on. He's sweet and sexy and tall and yadda yadda and he is also my best friend and therefore untouchable. Oh, and he's miserable over my best girl friend.
It's 1:13 AM on a Saturday night and while half my friends are getting drunk at a party I passed on and the other half are preparing for a girl's night I just bailed on in hopes of some awesomeness, I am home in my underwear, listening to John Mayer, thouroughly confused. I realize and accept that that is a runon sentence.
Basically I spent my Saturday night texting, watching Bride Wars, and coming this close ( ) to scoring the kid I've been drooling over secretly (very secretly. and very well played secretly. nobody guessed.) all year.
Everyone used to joke that we were "secret lovers" and sing that song to us, and I played it off and he just jokingly said things about it.
People come to me for life advice and I'm the one sitting here tonight juggling writing this blog entry, steering my male friend through a cougar situation, explaining my burning heart to my chick friend (the one that the boy has the crush on) and discussing how I should be drunk with another girl yet, who I probably will end up doing nasty unspeakable things with later on this week.
Don't you just love summer?
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