May 21st, 2014
Okay, so the strangest thing ever happened. Remember Tony, the cutie pie I always admired?
He asked me out.
What. The. Actual. Hell.
So we went on our first date, and it was nice.
But that was it.
It was just nice.
It was like we were just hanging out as friends. I didn't get any butterflies, didn't get the urge to kiss him, and didn't get too nervous in the way I would have if I really liked him.
It seemed like I had more chances of crushing on him before I actually had a chance. What does that even mean? It's not like we could've had a solid relationship or anything since both of us laughed at long distance and I was leaving the country in a month, but still.
So we friendzoned each other, and I reflected on how stupid I am to not cling to a guy who is so perfect. He's the perfect guy, but I didn't feel a spark.
Laugh at me. I'm laughing at myself.
I believe every love should have a little lust, and I felt none for Tony.
Though I feel a lot for Ethan.
Too bad Ethan sees me as nothing more than a good friend.
Eek.
Seriously?
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