So I was over at Navel Gazing, (who I'm totally obsessed with) (which I think terrifies her...)(...or maybe I think too highly of myself that she even knows who I am?) and in honor of Valentine's Day, she's writing about some of her relationship mishaps.
I don't think I've ever heard anyone funnier or who has better stories than Sue about crushes or dating or relationships, she is hysterical (which she is in pretty much everything she writes--see = obsessed)! So, she invited bloggers to share some of their stories, and I thought about it and thought maybe I can come up with something somewhat funny too. Maybe.
After reading her first story about assuming she was getting a kiss, it reminded me of this kid I had the most hugest crush on in the whole wide world. I don't think anyone can top it. EVER. I met this boy in 7th grade, we sat next to each other in band class (Oooh! Band love). By the time 9th grade hit, we were actually pretty good friends and I was absolutely in obsession with him. We hung out with the same group of friends and since I had worked really hard to actually become somewhat cute that year, I thought he was starting to feel my vibe. So one day after school, I'm at my locker and he comes up to me (immediate flutters...I so love you) and grabs my hand and pulls me aside away from everyone (OH MY GOSH! HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME! HE'S TOTALLY GONNA ASK ME OUT!!!!!! BLIIIISSSS!! Black out inside my head), he looks really nervous and I have the most goofy, scared, blank look on my face while he tells me "I really like your best friend Erin, do you think she'd go out with me?" (Sound of a really big balloon losing all its air), I can't even remember how I answered him, but I was crushed--obviously.
This obsession went on and on and on. It was ridiculous to where he would act like he liked me and then get all mad and rude to me and not talk to me anymore. It was such a weird "relationship", I mean like he wrote in my yearbook at the end of 9th grade that he wasn't going to the big dance, but if he were he would've wanted to go with me. (! ! !) And then talked to me pretty much everyday on the phone that summer. You can't tell me that when you're in love with a kid that that wouldn't have kept the obsession alive. Then we went to the movies together with my friend and her boyfriend, and I'm like "Oh my gosh, we're freaking on a date together!!!" except a popular kid came up and talked to him while we were there and he acted all embarrassed to be seen with me and didn't talk to me for like 5 months after that. What a d-bag. (oh yeah, I said that.)
I could give you example after example where he would act like he liked me and then would get mad and stop talking to me. So dumb. The worst part is though, that its hard to stop obsessing over someone when you did it for six or so years, and every once in awhile I still have dreams about him. But the best part is, in these dreams its not about me being obsessed with him, its him chasing after me! (tee hee! *giggle* hahaha GFAW!! I'm sorry, it just tickles me so!)