So, I neglected to say something.
I came home from my Patented Alex Marien Adventure today, and my parents gave me this lecture on not leading boys on and not two-timing my boyfriend.
*raises an inquisitive eyebrow*
I'm somewhat flattered that you think every Y chromosome bows to me in admiration, but it's just not the case. I looked like a flippin' construction worker today. I was wearing highwaisted jeans, a black hoodie, marshmallow jeans, and a skull cap. My eyebrows are untweezed and my teeth felt dirty. I also talked about Jacob, who I happen to love more than...um...anything, every ten minutes. How talking about my boyfriend to another boy is leading that boy on, I'm not sure.
I enjoy Alex's company, but I am not attracted to him. Please stop cheapening an attempt I'm making at having a normal life again.
I know where the line between friends and more than friends is. I reminded them that I hung out with Zac waaay more than I hang out with Alex and that there was never a question of intentions there. Why things are different with a lanky, awkward, red-haired boy than they were with a lanky, awkward, dark-haired boy...I have no idea.
Lemme alone. I'm hyper sensitive and trying to cope with an extreme loss. If you'd like to take over, by all means. I'm sure you'd be standing.
posted by M.Jazz @ 9:08 PM
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