Tossing in the Towel
“he doesn’t know you like him,” my brother told me. really? REALLY? how can that be true? yes, i suppose guys are dense, but hello, if you’re getting special attention, that means she thinks you’re special. anyways, so i went out for coffee with some friends on friday telling them that i was slightly peeved that this guy hadn’t made a move. “it’s been three months since things kind of started,” i complained. (by the way, i feel like i’m writing a story, so ignore my melodramatic tendencies.) “how do you know?” my friend asked. “well, he’s been sending me flirty texts.” “really?” “yeah…” so i pull out my phone and go into my history and… no. no, no, no. really? gah, why do i never learn?! looks like i’ve been reading into things. i don’t know. so i’m holding onto a little piece of hope for later, but i’ll wave my white flag for now. guess it’s another valentine’s day single. oh well.
