Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I went out to eat with my friend Leah yesterday after work. I haven't really spoken to her or anything since we graduated and it was nice to catch up on things. I only went the high school for a year and I never realized how many people I really knew because we had all kinds of stories about people that came and went. I guess that's the perks of small town life. You pretty much know every one you come across somehow.
Leah got prettier. I don't know what it is about her but she got prettier. I had a crush on this girl during my senior year and I kinda do now. But the only thing that turns me off is that she has the whole gender role expectation for a boyfriend. I think she did like me at one point because we used to talk on the phone a lot and got to know each other pretty well. But I am glad I never tried with her. As classy as this girl is, she seems like an expensive person.
We talked about going on a bike ride today, but I don't know if I want to any more. The sun is blaring, it's a little on the warm to hot side, and I get scared to ride my bike around the streets here. With the kind of drivers around here, I fear that someone will knock me down before I get to react. Or someone might throw something at me. It's that bad. But I just might go. I have nothing better to do. And she doesn't either.
I think I'll go on that bike ride.
Leah got prettier. I don't know what it is about her but she got prettier. I had a crush on this girl during my senior year and I kinda do now. But the only thing that turns me off is that she has the whole gender role expectation for a boyfriend. I think she did like me at one point because we used to talk on the phone a lot and got to know each other pretty well. But I am glad I never tried with her. As classy as this girl is, she seems like an expensive person.
We talked about going on a bike ride today, but I don't know if I want to any more. The sun is blaring, it's a little on the warm to hot side, and I get scared to ride my bike around the streets here. With the kind of drivers around here, I fear that someone will knock me down before I get to react. Or someone might throw something at me. It's that bad. But I just might go. I have nothing better to do. And she doesn't either.
I think I'll go on that bike ride.
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