Red Tulip

It is time I posted something on this blog. I feel lame for not having such epic stories about my dealings with boys. I'm not going to lie... kissing is outside my expertise, meaning all I've experience is on the cheek, and awkward lip touches. This is what I am choosing to write about.

So... his name is Matt. We've been friends since 8th grade, and he's the type of guy you call a man... well a man whore for lack of a better term. Anyway, he asked me on a date. Now, I didn't get too excited, because you could tell it was definitely a "I'm-reluctant-to-go-on-this-because-there-won't-be-ANYONE-cool-there-so-I-asked-you" type of date. Which I'm okay with, because these types of dates always have the best stories! (Such as this).

Anyway, so he picks me up, and we go to this kids house. We were there with two other couples, all of which seemed to have a higher IQ than me, times ten. We played some bored games, all of which me and Matt would just mess around with. So I'm thinking... Well, at least we're making this fun! Because really, it was awkward.

Continuing, we moved on to the Clue DVD game. It was... fun, whatever. Moving on, they decided to watch Monk. It was only an hour long, so I'm thinking... yes, I just might have time to go hang out with someone else...

Matt grabs a blanket for us to share. He instantly grabs my hand, which isn't even abnormal. Really, he's been holding my hand at every opportunity since 8th grade. I didn't think anything of it. Until, he kept pushing my cheek up against his. Now, I couldn't tell if this was an affectionate gesture... or a Matt-is-being-weird-again move. So finally after my neck had about had it I turned to say something to him. All forms of words left my brain as our lips touched. Not a kiss, just touched. I FROZE. I did not want to be another innocent girl to add to Matt's "I-get-whomever-I-want" list. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't want to move my lips, because then he'd think it was a kiss. So after what seemed like forever, I pulled away. Matt then says, "You ready to go?"

YES Matt, yes I am ready to go.

So, to skip over the boring parts... he kept taking "accidental" wrong turns to my house. Then proceeded to hold my hand, try to kiss me at a stop sign, and then say how much he liked me. (Yeah....right) By the time we made it to my house, he was set on kissing. Which, I couldn't decide if I wanted to or not. Sure, I wanted to kiss (who wouldn't?) but not him. It just seemed... gross.

Anyway, awkward doorstep scene. He went in for the kiss, and got my cheek. So he started moving down my neck. (which would've been fun, except that it was matt doing it) and so, after he tried 5 million times to get my lips and plenty of, "oh come on!"s, I went inside. Then he sent me psycho texts the next day.

Regrets? Sure, I should've just kissed him like CC would've. But I didn't, so I'm over it.

The End.

Confession!

Hee hee! So I feel a little crazy right now. I'm a little euphoric... That's right people... I BEEN KISSED!!! What now! Ok, ok, I know I'm the only one on this blog that hadn't had that happen yet, so it's a little anti-climactic for you. But I am literally spacing out every 10 minutes thinking about it.

I went to Cedar City for the long weekend to hang out with my college friend Gina, and we hung out everyday with one of her old high school friends. I totally liked him. He's way smart and insightful. Anyway, I thought it would never happen, but he was talking to Gina online after the first night of hanging out and he confessed to her that he thought I was attractive. He said that he wasn't going to do anything about it though because he thought I didn't like him like that.

I totally did. So it was awesome. I feel reckless. I feel like I could do anything.

I haven't told anybody yet, so I'm expecting a certain CC to contact me soon. I just had to get it out there.