So... This is not a poem. This is me letting off some steam, which I tend to do from time to time. I just haven't done it yet in blog form. And tonight, I felt like doing so.
I hate boys.
Correction: I love boys. I hate when boys get together and come through the McDonald's drive thru and hit on me.
I am a vicious flirt, but never in seriousness. It is really easy for me to pretend I'm in love with boys that I'm not at all interested in, and they always know that I'm not actually interested.
However, if I am actually interested in someone, they terrify me. And ditto if someone's interested in me. If either of these are true, I tend to avoid them like the plague. Because I'm awkwardly shy about these things. I don't know why. I just always have been.
This is easily the #1 thing that I hate about my personality.
So tonight, a couple of boys came through the drive-thru.... and this embarrassment ensued. And I just hated it.... And I didn't really understand why, until I wrote it down.
These were not unattractive boys. These were decently attractive guys with a crapload of confidence that scared the shiz out of me.
In the Drive-Thru: (After I'd taken their order.)
Boy #1: Dude, that girl sounds hott.
Boy #2: Dude, do you think she's mormon?
Boy #1: Hey, yeah, you should ask her!!
Boy #2: -laughter- Do you think she can still hear us?
Me: Sorry, what was that?
Boy #1: Crap. Guess she can!
Boy #2: Dude, pull forward!!
Later, at the window:
Boy #1: Hey, you're really cute!
Boy #2: Yeah, especially when you talk!
Boy #1: And when you smile!
Boy #2: Hey, are you Mormon?!
Boy #1: We'll be back later for your number!
Boy #2: Or you could just give it to us now!!
Me: - Turns bright red. Then, turns around and pretends not to hear.-
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I'm single.
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