Thursday, 15 January 2009

  • Guy of My Dreams Called And I Chickened Out

    This is a guest blog submitted by LiViNG_VS_EXiSTiNG7.

    My friend Samantha and I went to an event in my town the other night. There were a bunch of local bands playing, and it was really fun - lots of crowd surfing, drugs and drunk people everywhere. :)

    Samantha and I went to the back of the place to look at all the band merchandise, losing us our spots right in front of the stage, so we went to the back of the crowd after a little while. This girl from my school came up to me and pointed behind her. "That guy over there thinks you're hot."

    I looked behind me and saw him standing there, and I just kind of looked at Samantha, unsure what to do or say. She just kind of looked at me, and the guy walked over to us. "Heyyy, haha. Sorry about her. I don't know, I'm not usually this shy..."

    We talked for a little bit. He asked us our ages, noting that we looked about 20 (we're both only 17) and that we were looking beautiful (mostly looking at me). He lives up north in Cincinnati and he used to go to my school, but he's moving back this summer and will attend my school again next year. He asked if we wanted to go outside to smoke, and I agreed, but my friend stayed inside because a) she didn't smoke and b) she wanted to give us some time alone. We talked for a little bit outside, bringing up our interests...I was pretty much shaking uncontrollably from the cold, so I offered to go back inside.

    "Hey, would it be okay if I asked for your number?"

    I figured sure, why not? And we went towards the back to get away from the noise so we could hear each other better. We exchanged numbers, and I told him I had to get back with my friend, and maybe we'd talk later? We said our goodbyes.

    He called me this morning, but I got Samantha to answer because I had just woken up and my voice still sounded really bad. He told her who he was and asked me to call him back.

    But I haven't called him back yet.

    Here's my issue: I have been waiting and waiting for a guy. I've only had one boyfriend, but I don't even really count it because we didn't talk or do anything. I've been so jealous of my friends for always having a guy who they liked and liked them back (I've had a good amount of guys interested in me, but I'm just never interested back). I've dreamt of random encounters with nice guys like this, and now I'm too afraid to call him back.

    You would think I'd be ecstatic for this, but I don't really know. He was a really nice guy, and he seemed genuinely interested in me, and (unlike a huge amount of guys) he actually called me back after getting my number. That right there already says a lot.

    Have you ever been in a situation like this?

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