A lot of you have probably already enjoyed your homecoming. I enjoyed mine as well. Although I can't help wishing it turned out a little different. In general the night was really amazing. We started out taking pictures and I didn't look like a total idiot. Everyone liked the dress I bought for $5 at the Salvation Army and I even got compliments from people I didn't know who happened to be taking pictures in the same place. We went bowling, played laser tag (14th place out of 15 aha), and I was even reunited with one of the guys who went on the Guatemala trip with me. Dancing was really fun and the after party that my date and I had was great although if I would have known that he wasn't into me I probably wouldn't have invited him into my house afterwards and we would have went to an actual party.
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Rose infused water
Get it? Rose colored lenses?
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Yes, this is what I'm distressed about. I really liked my date. We'll call him *James. *James is one of the nicest people I've ever met which happens to be a bad thing in this case. I must have mistaken his general kindness for flirting. Halfway through the dance a few other people started dancing with him and I laughed. I was thinking that they might like him but he isn't interested. I was thinking that we were going to go back to my place and he would tell me that he liked me. He kept trying to make me admit it all night which I also happened to mistake for flirting. *Tyler wasn't wearing the rose colored lenses that I had on apparently and realized that *James wanted to be dancing with those other people. He walked right over to *James and told him to go dance with me. It happened again that I was separated from *James but I was having fun dancing with *Tyler so I ignored it. *Tyler bought me a drink and before I left we exchanged numbers. I didn't even notice that this super attractive male was buying me a drink and wanting to keep in touch with me. All I could think about was how I couldn't wait to have *James all to myself. We went back to my place. *Tyler tried to text me but I ignored them. *James and I ran around Cub bare foot piling food into our cart. We laughed as we slid on the tile, and we mocked the faces of the surprised looks of the other customers who were shopping. We watched Mean Girls together and told each other secrets. He let me lay on him. He kept me warm. He didn't kiss me before he left, but I didn't notice because his hug was enough for me. I figured he had gotten nervous and we'd talk about our relationship some other time. The next day he told me he started seeing someone. Us being really close friends and all he told me as soon as it happened. I texted short replies and he knew something was up. He fell asleep during our awkward texting and hasn't talked to me since. I smile and wave at him during school but we have no classes so there is no chance of further communication.
He talked to me about *Tyler. He tried to convince me that I should go out with him. *Tyler is a great guy but I know nothing about him and he isn't *James. *Tyler is also a typical TGFY (to good for you.) Basically a guy who has so many girls on him that he gets to have his pick. A nerdy, blog writer isn't exactly a first pick. We're friends because he's pretty interesting but nothing will go beyond that. I'm interested but not crushing if that makes sense.
Anyway that was my story. I also busted up my toe dancing in heels the whole night. Yay. My feet hurt and that stupid corsage that *James told me to keep is looking at me. It's still beautiful even though the petals are beginning to curl and fall off. Good day to you all.
