RE: The unofficial relationship thread!
on Monday, March, 21, 2011 4:33 AM
Oh man. The Boba and love go back a long way. Nothing real, mind you. You always figure out after the fact that there was no real love, just a lot of hormones and wishful thinking. But there are some anecdotes. get ready for a ton of angsty, 2 AM ramblings of an 18-yr old male whose bedroom is dominated by Star Wars toys.
In first grade, I really hit it off with this girl who sat next to me. We were best friends all year, and on into 2nd grade. Nice girl. One day, when my mom and I were taking her home from school (she lived on the way n all) before getting out, she leaned over, kissed me, and then said she was going to Spain. That next week, she moved to Spain.
The next funny one was in 8th grade. I was in a science class, and the teacher let us sit in the classroom during lunch before class. There was a group of about 5 of us and the teacher, and this girl and I (once again) really hit it off. A few months down the road, I discovered she was a 5th grader in advanced placement, and had some sort of growth defect that made her way taller than a 5th grader should be. Creeped out a bit, I was.
In Freshman year, I really started figuring out who I was. We all did, right? Towards the end of the year, I accidentally hit reply all on a FWD email from a friend, and got tons of responses from all these people I didn't know going 'wtf man stop emailing me'. One of these added me in MSN, and we discovered we both went to school together. So we met up IRL at school and really hit it off. She led me on all through freshman, sophomore and junior year and brought out my worst insecurities. I asked her to the prom Jr. year, and she said 'nooooooooooo.......oooo....ooo', just like that. Asked her right before a huge test... not a good idea. I later found out from her older sister that they had a big family fight about me, and demanded she stop leading me on. Now we have an awkward obligatory friendship because we're still in plays together and we know each other too well to just drop it. It helps that I'm the only guy she knows who likes shopping.
This year, senior year, seems like things can get better. I made another female friend, hit it off, blah blah blah, but this one was genuinely nice. Her parents were the most awesomely accepting people I'd ever met. She seemed to understand me and my sense of humor (which defines me in person) better than even my best bros. Then, at a party, she (by outward shows) got irritated at me for not asking her to dance when the swing music started playing, and after that it was a battle to even get her to talk to me at school. Evidently I missed my chance, cuz when I (rather angstily) made a webcomic about the event, she emailed me - subject line 'comic', message body 'I agree with him'. Him referring to my imaginary friend in the comic who likes to point out when I've screwed up. Now whenever I'm around, she does homework and does her best to ignore me, and I just end up talking to her pseudo-boyfriend Jack, who is now ironically one of my best friends.
My situation is rather pathetic, really. I'm an amorous guy who wants nothing more than to find that girl with all the right stuff... the brains, the skills, and the wit. Most importantly, the wit. All of my strongest friendships have developed over the fact that we understand each others' humor, and can just keep building on one another and going off... sadly, the few girls I know like that aren't interested in relationships, aren't allowed to be in relationships, or are otherwise occupied. My frustration with this tends to manifest itself in retail therapy, which is dangerous for unemployed students. When all the crap was flying with this last event, I would find myself compulsively stopping at Toys R Us and just standing in the action figure section for 30 minutes without even doing anything. I used to walk to the grocery store and buy gummy worms and a 2-liter of mtn dew, but now that I have a car, this stuff converts itself into Tron Legacy toys. I never intended to get anything more than a lightcycle, and I ended up getting the whole series, and doubles of most of the characters... I actually have like... 5 Quorras... I'll feel fine for awhile, and then I'll start getting that obnoxious lonely/depressed feeling, like I did this last weekend. I ended up buying $50 of 90s Star Wars playsets and vehicles. Money CAN buy happiness, it only lasts a day or so though. Today I was back to the feeling again.
So anyway, my name is Boba, I'm insecure, awkward, and I love to complain on the internet. Please help me. My soul is rotting away.
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