01-12-2015, 03:36 AM
Hey, do I just wanted to say thanks for the help.
Needless to say, I did not go to the party.
Last weekend we ran into each other at another friend's house party and we were able to talk on a friendzone basis.
She is going to Europe with another guy she already hooked up with since then; which made me kind of sad.
So sad that I drank at the party (I never drink, so it didn't take much to knock me out for that night.)
The most curious part of this chapter: [and I admit it does sound like a work of fiction, but sometimes that's how life goes]:
I don't remember a thing about the party after about 9. I remember talking to her and then some other friends and when someone turned on the TV to watch some show that starts at 9. That's when they started pouring shots and my memory starts to fade.
Anyway, so on Friday morning (party was thu night) I woke up in someone else's house. I was really confused and embarrassed because I could not remember a thing and I had no idea whose place it was. While trying to fit the pieces together, and fight the worst headache of my life, I met my host who happened to be a new kid in town who just moved here last summer from Belgium.
Last night, he had come to pick up his friend and The party host asked him to drop my off at home. As they go to another high school, I didn't know them and consequently they didn't know where I lived - and according to everyone I talked to so far, I was unable to tell. So the Belgium kid was hospitable enough to let me crash in his guest room and he was courteous enough to not tell his parents, lend me his clothes (though he's a bit taller) and some aspirin in order to not look destroyed when heading home that day.
I felt terrible enough not to care too much that day but we decided to hang out when he came to pick up his clothes on Saturday.
Turns out he too was accepted at Oregon State so we'll be going to the same college soon. And we might even be roommates as we got along quite well.
Amazingly well that is. So why am I telling y'all this?
Well he's absolutely amazing! He's the kind of guy that is surrounded by girls all the time (he looks a bit like Jesse McCartney or Hunter Hayes). Of course I was mesmerized by this dude's appearance (not just his georgeousness, but he's a very interesting person even though I've met him only 8 days ago) so I dumped my wishful thinking right from the very second I met him. But there's something about him that might be even more special than meets the eye.
So here's the thing: he stayed at my place twice since and he spent the nights. (Our school has trimesters and long winter breaks, in case you're wondering). He's a very gentle person but somehow he always tried to make weird physical contact. That girl that started all of this kind of used similar excuses at first to touch me but it freaked me out. I'm not a big fan of being close to people but For the first time, being touched by him feels less awkward, almost right actually.
He would like want to watch a horror movie and then be all like "I have to hold on to something cuz horror flicks freak me out" and then he grabs my hand and just doesn't let go. It feels so great but I'm still not sure why he does it.
Also, we fell asleep like that and he never let go. And then the other time he would complain it's too cold (it was snowing outside) and get extra blankets and just wrap them around both of us real tight (like snuggled up for the sake of body heat type).
Or he would just go make a milk shake in my kitchen. One for both of us with two straws. She never did those things. He does. Weird.
My problem is, I really really really like him. He's just very daring and dashing. He kind of takes what he wants while also being gentle and polite. He's just too good to be true.
To be honest, superficially, he's the straightest guy you could ever meet. He's just perfect, right from a 1990s fairy tale movie. (I told him that and he was all humble about it).
But do you think he could be gay?
Do you think he would act like that if he were into girls?
It'd be the greatest thing if we could be together.
Sorry for the extensive length again.
Thanks again for the big help. Seems like chapter "girls" is closed for good for me and if this new chapter works out now I'll be one happy person!
PS:
It took 5 stitches, not 15 and my native language is English, honors in my writing AP, fyi; but try typing 200+ words in three minutes on a tiny old-fashioned phone "keyboard" (yes the one where you had 3-4 letters per button
)
Needless to say, I did not go to the party.
Last weekend we ran into each other at another friend's house party and we were able to talk on a friendzone basis.
She is going to Europe with another guy she already hooked up with since then; which made me kind of sad.
So sad that I drank at the party (I never drink, so it didn't take much to knock me out for that night.)
The most curious part of this chapter: [and I admit it does sound like a work of fiction, but sometimes that's how life goes]:
I don't remember a thing about the party after about 9. I remember talking to her and then some other friends and when someone turned on the TV to watch some show that starts at 9. That's when they started pouring shots and my memory starts to fade.
Anyway, so on Friday morning (party was thu night) I woke up in someone else's house. I was really confused and embarrassed because I could not remember a thing and I had no idea whose place it was. While trying to fit the pieces together, and fight the worst headache of my life, I met my host who happened to be a new kid in town who just moved here last summer from Belgium.
Last night, he had come to pick up his friend and The party host asked him to drop my off at home. As they go to another high school, I didn't know them and consequently they didn't know where I lived - and according to everyone I talked to so far, I was unable to tell. So the Belgium kid was hospitable enough to let me crash in his guest room and he was courteous enough to not tell his parents, lend me his clothes (though he's a bit taller) and some aspirin in order to not look destroyed when heading home that day.
I felt terrible enough not to care too much that day but we decided to hang out when he came to pick up his clothes on Saturday.
Turns out he too was accepted at Oregon State so we'll be going to the same college soon. And we might even be roommates as we got along quite well.
Amazingly well that is. So why am I telling y'all this?
Well he's absolutely amazing! He's the kind of guy that is surrounded by girls all the time (he looks a bit like Jesse McCartney or Hunter Hayes). Of course I was mesmerized by this dude's appearance (not just his georgeousness, but he's a very interesting person even though I've met him only 8 days ago) so I dumped my wishful thinking right from the very second I met him. But there's something about him that might be even more special than meets the eye.
So here's the thing: he stayed at my place twice since and he spent the nights. (Our school has trimesters and long winter breaks, in case you're wondering). He's a very gentle person but somehow he always tried to make weird physical contact. That girl that started all of this kind of used similar excuses at first to touch me but it freaked me out. I'm not a big fan of being close to people but For the first time, being touched by him feels less awkward, almost right actually.
He would like want to watch a horror movie and then be all like "I have to hold on to something cuz horror flicks freak me out" and then he grabs my hand and just doesn't let go. It feels so great but I'm still not sure why he does it.
Also, we fell asleep like that and he never let go. And then the other time he would complain it's too cold (it was snowing outside) and get extra blankets and just wrap them around both of us real tight (like snuggled up for the sake of body heat type).
Or he would just go make a milk shake in my kitchen. One for both of us with two straws. She never did those things. He does. Weird.
My problem is, I really really really like him. He's just very daring and dashing. He kind of takes what he wants while also being gentle and polite. He's just too good to be true.
To be honest, superficially, he's the straightest guy you could ever meet. He's just perfect, right from a 1990s fairy tale movie. (I told him that and he was all humble about it).
But do you think he could be gay?
Do you think he would act like that if he were into girls?
It'd be the greatest thing if we could be together.
Sorry for the extensive length again.
Thanks again for the big help. Seems like chapter "girls" is closed for good for me and if this new chapter works out now I'll be one happy person!
PS:
It took 5 stitches, not 15 and my native language is English, honors in my writing AP, fyi; but try typing 200+ words in three minutes on a tiny old-fashioned phone "keyboard" (yes the one where you had 3-4 letters per button
)
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