I realized something interesting a few moments ago: none of the guys who have asked me out had to deal with my shit when we were growing up (like, in middle school when I was an even bigger bitch/antisocial super-nerd than I am now- I know, it seems impossible, but it's true!). None of them. Here's the laundry list:
1. He's in the grade below me. We met through a friend. He's asked me out twice now.
2. He's in my grade, but he moved here in the middle of my freshman year. Technically, he hasn't asked me out, but according to a few folks, he has a thing for me.
3. Also in my grade, but this one moved here the summer before sophomore year.
4. The grade below me. Friend of a friend. First real relationship. Ended recently. 'Nuff said, I do believe.
Blargh. I see how it is. Bitches.
About the Author
- Artemis.
- One of those crazy teen blogger types. Completely bribe-able with coffee. An INTP.
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