Okay, but let’s get back to my problems now. I’ve had enough of being sympathetic to others’ plights for a little while. Maybe next week I’ll get back to that. For now, can we talk about boys?
Yeah, because I have determined that boys are very strange. I am not understanding boys right now, but I am very intrigued. As are we all, I guess.
I did a kind of completely out of character thing this morning. A local radio station has a DJ (male) that has recently become single, and there’s a female DJ who is sort of perpetually single. So, they decided that they would take emails from people who wanted to go out on a blind date with them this weekend and each would pick a date for the other. Now, I’ve thought this guy was utterly hilarious ever since I started listening, and he’s a large part of the reason why I tune in every morning. Unfortunately I had to run some errands before I got into work, so I’m pretty sure my email got in too late to be considered.
Wait–but did you read that?? I sent an email to a radio station to try to get a date with a DJ that I’ve never even seen a picture of.
Does that make me desperate? I’m not sure…
But I think I probably won’t have to worry about it, because I’m pretty sure there are tons of other desperate girls in Arkansas who got their emails in before I did and lied about their chest size and sexual proclivities. I can’t compete with that.
And in other boy news (because that’s what we’re talking about today), I got a random instant message yesterday from an old high school friend. We ended up talking for about an hour, and he was extremely flirtatious the entire time. We’re both going to be at a friend’s wedding this summer, and he basically asked me in a roundabout way if I would be his date.
Now, before we get all excited and girly and fluttery, we need to understand that this guy is a notorious lady’s man. I think his number of female friends outweighs his male friends by about 80% and I’m pretty sure he’s got at least 10 girls at a time thinking that he’s totally into them.
So, again, we’re not getting overly wound up about this, but still, it was fun, and I enjoyed feeling pretty and desired and flirty. I’m leaving it at that though, because right now the last thing this girl needs is to get burned again.