Okay so here’s some shit that happened in my life recently, as always.
EASTER HOLIDAYS. Two weeks off school. At the time of writing, (00:16 27/04/2014), I go back to school (technically) tomorrow. I’m pretty happy with my easter holidays because I actually did some stuff.
Around the very beginning, last Wednesday, I woke up to a message from Cao asking if I’d like to go into town with him and L. It was their last day, Cao skived but L had to go in to finish technology. So I met up with them and went to town. There’s nothing really to say about that.
Since I’m gonna write this chronologically about what happened over Easter, I’ll place this here. I was on facebook, and stumbled my way across a cute girl’s profile. “Fuck it. I might as well. I need more people in my life.” was my thinking when I added her. Yes, I added someone I’d never met on facebook. She lives in the next town over. She’s unbelievably pretty and her name is O.
Cao and I shared many an early morning deep conversation. He’s really good to talk to about personal shit. Just to clarify for those of you who may not know, he’s a friend of L and D, who I met at rock camp last June. Anyway, he decided to arrange a meet up of himself, me, L, D, a girl in my year, his love interest, and L’s love interest. The plan was to buy a load of weed. In short, he and I spent a long fucking time getting everything to do with it arranged, L’s love interest and D couldn’t go. So, we went. I’ve decided not to buy weed at all because it’s not worth the money when I can buy a tonne more alcohol for the same price, which works better. Anyway. It was fine. Cao and L took a lot of piss out of my new clear rayban glasses and beanie. It saddened me that Cao did as much as he did because I he wouldn’t because of our conversations or whatever. Whatever.
And here we go. So. At this stage, O and I (“I” meaning me, I’m not using an abbreviation in this case, lol) have been talking for about a week. Whilst talking, she brings up the possibility of us meeting up. I tell her I’m free the next day. She is too. It is arranged. It’s worth writing that in the same night that this conversation took place, she said I was “becoming one of the best people” she knew. The next day, I woke up quite late. I had to get money from the ATM for mum and go collect a prescription for her. By the time I’d done all this, O had arrived at the bus stop. I had a quick shower and got dressed. I was apprehensive but excited. It was a beautiful day. I walked down to the bus stop which is a minute walk from my house. I’d decided beforehand that I’d hug her as soon as we met, but before I could hold out my arms, she did. We hugged. I asked if she wanted to go to the beach, which was a five minute walk from the bus stop. She said yes. We talked all the way there. I brought her up to the sand dunes hand in hand and we sat. Talked. Messed around. After being ambushed my three dogs, we endeavored to move to a different spot and I let her lead the way this time. We talked again. Somehow we ended up standing in the middle of the clearing in the sand dunes, hugging. But not just a quick hug. We stood together for what was to be an estimated 20 second hug. She pulled away. She kissed me. She kissed me. After that, even when we just talked, we were close, She lay on my shoulder and played with my hair. I did the same to her. After a while, it was time for her to go. I walked back to the bus stop with her and waited with her until it came. The bus came. We hugged. The bus left.
I went home with memories in my head and butterflies in my stomach. This was the beginning of something new. I smiled to myself.
That night, we talked online again. Something was different, she gave short replies and went offline without saying “Bye” or telling me where she was going. One of the times, it was for two hours. The next night, last night, it was the same. At one point, she sent me a screenshot showing that an error was showing up where my messages should have been. In the background of the screenshot, you could see that he had conversations with nine other guys. Nine. The short replies and leaving continued. Later that night, I did saw there was a link to her AskFM on her instagram (which she had posted a picture of my cat on). I clicked it. After some scrolling, I found that she had broken up with her past boyfriend 5 months ago. I also found out from questions dating 4 months previous to now that she had been broken up with for flirting with other guys whilst dating him. She remorsed and openly admitted that she wanted him back. She described him as perfect. This, combined with the confusion of whether or not I was really special to her or not, combined with sappy acoustic music, resulted in me crying quite a lot.
This morning, I woke to a message from her, saying simply: “Hi”. I replied with a message asking her if the beach kiss meant anything to her, because it did to me, and said that I really liked her, and that it upsetted me when she left for two hours without saying goodbye. She told me she wouldn’t do it any more. After that, she was even dryer than before, and a worse kind of dryness. Like the “I’m-pissed-off-at-you” kind. I asked her if there was anything she’d like to say to me, because I’d already told her what was on my mind and she seemed unhappy. She replied: “I’m happy dude, don’t worry about me:3″. Phew. She’s okay after all.
Nope. After that, it continued. It’s been like this all day. Every so often, when I ask if anything’s up, she says that she’s in a weird mood today, and that she has a lot of work. Every so often, she throws something in that would suggest that she really does still quite like me, like “Aw, hi:3″ and, “You’re so cute aw”.
For some fucking stupid ass reason, I asked her if she wanted to meet up again tomorrow. She said yes. Same place, same time. I don’t know what’s going to happen. Maybe the same things will happen that happened last time, maybe one of us will make an excuse to not have to go. Either way, I’m sure you’ll find out.
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P.P.S: HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I forgot to write about a crazy house party I went to last week. I guess I’ll write about it in the next blog, so stay tuned for a blog about a house party in which I engaged in immediately regretted sexual activity and hid from the police, shortly before being found.