Last year at camp I met this guy. I thought he liked me, and at the end of the week he asked me for my phone number and address. He was a really nice guy, so I obliged.
I never heard from him.
This year at camp, I saw him again and we hung out a little. We even had a "party" in the nurse's cabin.
At the end of the week he again asked me for my addy and phone number...he also asked for Victim's (she came with this year).
So far he's written her two letters and called her twice.
I haven't even heard from him once.
So last night we were talking to this guy on her friends list. I talked to him a bit and she would talk to him. He decided he didn't want to talk to me anymore because he imagined Victim would be "hotter."
Stop Drop and Roll was also there, but she wasn't talking to the guy. I got kinda mad and went to sit out in the living room.
Later on, one of them said SD&R has a nice butt and Victim has nice boobs. I just stared and waited to her what my good quality was....no response. So I asked. I wish I wouldn't've. Seriously.
Victim's response word for word "You've got *pause* a good personality."
Should I feel bad? Because I do. I mean, "personality" everyone's got one and mine's no better than anyone else's.
The fact she paused hurts. She's one of my best friends, but she couldn't even lie to make up a quality.
I feel horrible because I'm tired of her always being the pretty one. The one who has 80 million guys' phone numbers programmed into her cellphone.
It gets worse, I promise.
Victim let me listen to the voicemail the camp boy left for her...twice.
So we started talking about guys...ex-boyfriends and crushes and whatnot. We were all laying in bed talking, and I was the only one not dying for sleep.
I started talking about Random Freshman and all that crap. I knew both girls had fallen asleep while I was still talking, but for some reason I just kept talking. Eventually, I ended up busting a tear and cried myself to sleep.
This morning we went into town for something...can't really remember...
Victim's mom pulled up to park and I just started screaming "MAN-PRETTY"...well, only I was screaming his real name. We kinda bombarded him. Good times. So that'll probably be the last time I see him for a long time.
On the plus side, I had one of my creepy dreams last night. Okay, so there was this guy in both my biology classes this past year. I've talked about him before, and a few of you probably know who I'm talking about. He's the dumbest person I know. No joke. He would always turn around to ask me stupid questions during class.
Like the air turtle one. "If there's such thing as a sea turtle, why isn't there such thing as an air turtle? Wait. Do turtles fly?"
This guy is seriously that dim.
Anyway...I keep having awkward dreams about him. No, not awkward like THAT. In the dream he follows me, but he's really nice and not so odd...and not wearing sleeveless flannels. *shudder*
For some reason, in the dream we were dressed very nicely and he kept trying to hold my hand. Then these ninjas jumped out and he went Chuck Norris on them...depsite the fact he thinks Chuck Norris is one of the Ninja Turtles.
Uggghh, why am I even dreaming of him? I saw him the other day, but he didn't recognize me at first because I had "weird things on my face" (my glasses).
I was going to post some lyrics, but my computer's bein' stupid.
Lemons squeezed.
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My buddy David and I agree that we'd both rather date a woman with a better personality than one with just mere looks. Honestly, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and there are plenty of guys who would date you.
Do you know what is really profound? King Solomon said that "jealousy is rotteness to the bones." Oh, isn't that true?
As for the psychology behind why this guy never called...well...he probably just had a nice collection of captured hearts and numbers, and perhaps just wanted to add you to his list. Or, maybe he just figured that you weren't his type, and started to think with his penis instead. That's probably the more likely answer, unfortunately. No matter how principled men can be sometimes, testosterone can take over at the drop of a hat.
(and in reference to your comment...well...if she breaks/misplaces it, I'll be reimbursed. she was rather taken by some of my music selection, and by the games, so it'll keep her happy for a bit)
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