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Thursday, Febuary 05 2000 AD
"Whoooo, oh, oh, ohoh, I'm hooked on a
feeling... I'm high on believing that you're in
love with me..."
<sigh>
What a night.
This is what parties are for.
Let me keep the suspense, and tell the story
from the begining.
My friend, KH had a party where we were supposed
to go and spend 12 hours whatching James Bond
movies. So we were whatching them (we ended up
seeing only one and a half, as well as Austin
Powers and So I Married an Axe Murderer,
with alot of talking in between. I was talking to
this guy who's a friend of my friend's boyfiend's
friend, and I was thinking that, wow, how did I
never notice him before. He goes to my school, a
grade up, and I've seen him, said Hi to him, on
account of the above mentioned connection, but
other than that, not really that much. Me and my
friend, JA were sitting, whatching the movie, and
he came and put his head on our knees. It was
supposed to be a ploy to get us to move out of
"his" spot. <g> It didn't succeed, of course,
because both her and I were perfectly content to
have him sitting on our laps. I happen to know that
she had a crush on him a while back, but I'm not
that good a friend of hers to know much about it.
All through the evening, we kept on saying that we
were each perfect, and so we were each perfect for
each other, because we both seemed to like the same
music, amoung other things. Then, we ate dinner (I
sat beside him...), and when we came back, he sat
on the couch, and I sat beside him, and T(I don't
know here last name... but she liked him too) sat
on top of him. You see, he was at the end of the
couch, so she started by sitting on the arm of the
sofa, and ended up half on top of him. He had his
arms around both of us, and I was holding his hand,
and she was when I looked over once, but I don't
know about the whole thing. Now CF (my friend's
boyfriend) said to BN (the boy; they're best
friends, BTW) "I thought you said you weren't ever
going to date younger women." to which he said that
this wasn't a date, but just harmless flirting,
then said "You both understand, right?" T said she
did, and I said I said "Do I have to?" Of course, I
did have to. But I was sitting there for two hours,
close to him, holding his hand, and rubbing it,
playing with it, ect. Part way through, JA came and
leaned up against his leg, so he was sitting there,
covered with girls, joking perioically about how
completely happy he was... I guess we all happened
to be horny at the same time. Later on, I asked him
if he really wouldn't go out with me, but he said
that it would be hypocritical of him. One part of
me thinks that he really didn't want to go out with
me, and was just using that as an excuse, another
thinks he just didn't wan't to lose face in front
of his friends, and yet another thinks he like me,
but doesn't want to hurt the other two girls.
Later on, when we were in KH's room, he left,
and was stting in this wierd part of thier
basement, kind of a storage hall, talking to T,
then, she came back, but wouldn't admit to either
of them saying anything. I know what you're
thinking. But the door was open, and we were
keeping an eye on them (KH's room is in the
basement). I called him a bastard a few times,
which I feel bad for, I may apologise, but I don't
think so.
I've omitted sooo many details here, because
everything would be so much more disjointed thn it
is now.
<wishful thinking>
You know what I want to happen? I want BN to come
to where I eat lunch at school, and to say "Come
here, G, I need to talk to you." And then we'd both
go to some part of the school where there aren't
that many people, and he'd say that he really likes
me, but that he was afraid of hurting the other
girls, but he's checked, and both of them were OK
with it, so he'd really like to go out with me
sometime, and would I, and he hopes I'm not mad at
him or anything, but he'd love it if I
would.
</wishful thinking>
But that isn't liable to happen, so I guess I'll
do fine. : (
<sigh>
I felt so horny, and tingly, and hot, and
shivery, and good. ooooh....
This has just taken me an hour and a half to
write, on account of drifting of so often to
think...
G
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