Wednesday, 18 June 2014

the guy in pink pants

I didn’t mean to fall for him as much as I did.  I met this guy once before, but never thought much of that encounter. I liked being single and I liked being able to focus on school, but I did miss having a crush. So months later at a party I marched over to my girlfriend and made a bold statement:

“Do you see that guy in the pink pants over there?” I asked. “I’ve decided that I’m going to have a crush on him tonight. I want to dance with a cute boy but at 10pm I’m calling it quits and that will be the end of that!” I proclaimed.

My friend thought I was joking, but I truly was not.  So I dug out my charm that had been hiding for about a year; I got flirty and batted my eyes, because well, he was very easy on the eyes.  I pretended to like him but then something funny happened, I realized that I wasn’t pretending anymore because it was 2 O’clock in the morning. Now I knew I was in trouble and suddenly I regretted not shaving my legs.

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