See? How clever am I?
I didn’t mean television.
Those are the initials of the guy that I like’s name.
NOW, you can say that I’m clever, go ahead because
I love having a secret tumblr—no one knows who I am
so no one’s going to rat me out or anything.
Because I’m pretty pathetic when it comes to boys. I think about them constantly, when I haven’t even TALKED to the guy. Well I’ve known him since freshmen year I guess. Well, sophomore year we’d sit next to each other and talk sometimes, but then he got weird and started to be mean…at least I think so. And that was the whole mall craze, so when I would go to the mall he’d say hi to me and stuff. But now? Not even anything. Well, I had to ask him to be escort for the game but, he was already one for something else, but it ended up that I wasn’t even going to be the tennis rep ‘cause I got on court.
ANYWAYS!
But he was all nice about, and that smile—even though his teeth aren’t straight—just makes you happy. But actually, I don’t even think I like him. I think I just need a guy to obsess about. Now that I think about it. His has lovely blue eyes that are so mystical.~ Did I mention the six pack? [; Mmm.
He and I live in two different worlds. Sure, I’m friends with some of his friends. But he would NEVER go for a girl like me. :/ He already have like two ‘bitches.’ I put it in quotes because I don’t like cursing, but sometimes it’s necessary…kind of. So putting him in my mind is a hopeless cause. I’m a hopeless romantic, if you didn’t already guess. The Notebook is my absolute favorite movie. The close second probably has to be The Pirates of the Carribean (all3). I think I’m love in with the idea of being in love.
I’m impatience, I guess. I think three of my guy friends like me, but I just don’t feel the same way towards them. It’s rude to say, although they have good personalities, well two of them anyway, but their looks are not what I’m looking for. BUT DON’T GET ME WRONG, OR CALL ME A ‘BITCH.’ Because I don’t feel attraction towards them like I do with TV. Well…there’s an attraction but I don’t know if I like him, I don’t talk to him, so IDK.
I have all these fantasies of us going out and being ‘in love.’ He’d play the guitar and we’d sing a duet—which I don’t even know if he can play the guitar. BUT HEY IT’S MY FANTASY, RIGHT? Nah, it’s just plain creepy. He’d hold my hand, kiss my forehead and tell his ‘bitches’ that he really likes me. He’s also perfect for my height as well, I’m short he’s just a bit taller so it would be really cute. But then again, with my face next to his we don’t look cute at all; I ruin it of course.
Another thing, he parties and drinks; so of course he goes after the triple P. (Pretty Popular Partier). My friend also said that he MIGHT be smoking weed.
IDK.
Someday my prince will come.
- Love, a hopeless romantic.
