I have a knack for having emotionally unavaliable guys fall for me, do nothing other than flop around and piss me off, then to come back crying how they miss me and cry about their problems and piss me off some more. Warning to future suitors: attempt to pull this and no guarantees that I won’t slug you for it.
It’s becoming apparent that it’s a miracle I make friends. Normally, I’m a social butterfly. I can make small talk well enough to avoid uncomfortable silences. I’m pleasant and inviting. Rarely is there a time in a conversation where I’m not smiling. Today, however, I was more like a social moth.
Today was just an average day. I was leaving my dorm, making my way off to class. I came up to this guy I’d seen around my hall before but have never actually spoken to. He’s got dark hair, the right amount of stubble, and piercing blue eyes and to top it off, this day he was wearing an adorable little fuzzy aviator hat. The hat and the snow made for a picturesque scene that you’d see in a clothing catalog. So of course with him looking like a winter model and not wanting to run into him since I am a grade A klutz, I l looked at him. Our eyes met and to my surprise, he said, “Hey,” with a slight smile. Naturally, my response was to smile back and inaudibly say, “Hi.” After he was about ten steps away from me, I realized that no sound came out of my mouth. Nothing. Seriously?
It’s pretty impressive how I can completely blow one of the most basic social interactions. I know I have my awkward moments, but good grief this one is a record for me. I’ll play it off on being a mix of stress from finals, running on 6 hours of sleep, and that it was freaking cold when I went outside. At least it’s a funny story and now my roommate Marissa won’t stop mouthing “hi” at me when she sees me.
That awkward moment when you and your roommate are getting hit on by a guy and she thinks he’s a complete creeper but you think he’s good looking and funny.
So it’s apparent that Madison and I have completely different tastes in guys. Rarely do we ever agree on whether or not a guy is attractive, let alone his attractiveness level. She has a thing for Asian guys, I like guys with beards. Given this, there’s no surprise that we had two totally different takes on our dinner one night.
We had planned on just picking up some food from the SUB and taking it back to our dorm. On our way out, I saw a guy that lives in our dorm sitting at a table with another guy and politely nodded at him. He waved and said hello. His charismatic friend attempted to start conversation with us from 15 feet away, then asked us to join them for dinner. I thought, why not? It could be more exciting than just eating dinner and watching Sex and the City.
This guy you could tell already is quite full of himself. He’s got Prince of Persia hair, so I’ll give him that right. He was very social, engaging us in conversation before we even sat down. He asked us about our majors, talked about his. He had a tremendous amount of energy, which I’m guessing is from the ego boost of having two girls come and join him for dinner. With this ego boost comes flirting—lots and lots of cringe worthy flirty.
His flirting was unbelievably blunt and cheesy. Pretty much every other sentence there was some quick line inserted. At first, I just smiled and thought, Hahaha, oh my goodness, you did not just say that. It was ridiculously entertaining. There was even an attempt at Madison along the lines of, “Oh yeah, you with the pretty hair, the gold nails, and the cute earrings?” Seriously, I couldn’t keep a straight face at this point. It doesn’t help that he made direct eye contact with us the entire time. It was all I could do the entire conversation to not burst out laughing, but this was too much. Between his lines and the look of pure horror and oh my god, please make this stop on Madison’s face, I lost it. Even as we were leaving the SUB, he fished for compliments on his looks and his hair.
I mean, I’ve got to give this guy credit. He’s got two girls with their attention on him and he just goes for it fearlessly like he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to the world. Even when we laugh and it has to be painfully obvious how bad the flirting is, he keeps the lines coming. I rather admire that. Most people, myself included are too concerned with what will happen if we let our guards down and actually go for what and who we want. Granted, Madison fails to see his admirability. He is very much still a creeper in her eyes and after finding out later that he was trying to play a make-shift game of footsies with her, I respect her opinion. I’m not 100% convinced he’s a creeper, but I understand her general discomfort. Lesson of the night: say yes to life. It might not lead to dramatic changes instantly, but you might get a good chuckle over a pb & j.
Am I going to fall head over heels for this guy and dream about our future together? Oh no. That’s absurd. Am I going to have a good laugh for at least a week about how shameless his flirting was and how Madison could barely keep a straight face? You betcha.
So obviously Justin and I are a thing. I’m always up in his room in the late of night, we stroll the quad together, and we study together. We have inside jokes. Basically, we’re dating.
The fact that I’m completely infatuated with another guy that I talk about frequently and openly is irrelevant. The fact that both of use social media like broke cocaine addicts on their last hit and don’t have ourselves set to “in a relationship” or post gaggingly cutesy statuses or updates ever is irrelevant. The fact that we never show public displays of affection is irrelevant. We are dating and that is fact.
Right? No. Justin is actually happily dating someone and I’m—well that’s a story for another post. We are besties. Bestieship between a guy and girl can be quite difficult to understand for many. It is quite a perplexing phenomena. However, the best way to figure it out is to just ask. No need for indirect asking of other besties. Simply ask me. Granted if you’re afraid to ask me because you don’t want me to think that you like me (which we’re pretty sure you do), then just ask Justin. We’re besties. Nothing more, nothing less.
This would be a totally valid post if we hadn’t just changed ourselves to engaged. “Fueling the fire,” they say? Maybe we’re just a couple of pyros trying to make sense of this crazy world. Or maybe we’re just two college freshmen procrastinating in the most bizarre ways possible.
