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WELL. it seems that all week i have been joking with my friends about how amusing it would be to get asked to homecoming and turn the guy down. hahaha. funny, funny.
that is, until you actually have to do it. eek
so i walk into fourth period this afternoon, after a rather long and grueling day, hoping for a nice relaxing class before finally being able to rereat home and chill. which of course is not what happens, otherwise i'd not be writing this right now. i sit down next to jay - he's a senior, really nice, really friendly, basically just an all-around excellent person - and what does he do? why, he thrusts a rose into my face and asks if i'll go to homecoming with him.
so after about ten seconds of utter shock/choking/brain aneurysms/thinking "ohmygodnonoNO," i manage to spit out that i need a little time to formulate my response. joselyn then drags me into the bathroom to tell me that he told her yesterday he was gonna do it, and he's SUCH a nice guy and i should go with him just as a friend, she knows i have a boyfriend but STILL, etc, etc.
thus i spend the rest of the period awkwardly trying to communicate to this boy the reasons i do not want to go with him, and eventually he understands and is accepting of my decision, but...i mean, heck, you could tell the guy was hurt. he gave me a freakin' ROSE. i feel like, to tell the truth, the biggest b***h on the planet. but i did not want to go with him...and if i really did not want to, then i shouldn't say yes...should i? i mean, that would be going against what feels right for me. and it just didn't.
so tell me, friends, WAS i being unneccessarily cruel to this poor boy? what would you have done? neutral
Brittastiq · Wed Sep 20, 2006 @ 03:48am · 7 Comments |
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