boy troubles
My car broke down recently. Which means I have less freedom than usual. I’ve been relying on my friend Izzy to get to class because we share a class together. Thank God it’s only one in person class this semester, rather than two. Last semester I had three in person classes and I was really annoyed with my statistics class, so I dropped it. Mostly because I can’t do math.
Anyways, it’s been quite nice here in Michigan. 75-95 degree weather with the bright yellow sun shining all proud in the sky. I begged Izzy to take me to the lake, and, obviously she didn’t. So I asked my high school crush, Arty. I offered him a cigarette, and he took me up on it. He had a nice car – a sports car, obviously, that he told me he got for $5,000 at an auction because it’d been in a car crash before. We made small talk and I swam for a bit at the river before lighting a cigarette for myself.
We sat at this little thing of concrete on the top of the hill that the river split in two somehow, and we just talked about life. I mentioned how much I hated high school and he said the same, and how I’m glad to be in college now even if I hate it. I have much more free time. And I like working this new job!! Even if it does get a bit boring. I asked him about his job (line cook? I think) and I mentioned how I missed having a job where I was always on the go. And then we fell silent. And then he kissed me. And we made out. And I was on top of the world after this. I told my friends. Because I have a loud mouth.
And now I’m being ghosted. Ugh. That’s really annoying. And I still don’t have a fucking ride to work. I wish talking to boys wasn’t so humiliating. I want to be able to tell you I like you and I have a big fat fucking crush on you without feeling like I’m doing something wrong!!! Is that too much to ask for?