I went on a little trip this weekend and learned a lot. For instance, I’m actually not as weirdly shaped as I thought and I’m more determined than ever to lose more weight but I need to be careful, at what price am I willing to let my body pay for this?
In reaction to the previous post I realized I should give the other boys names. Let’s call “boy one”, yea the one that monster of a long ass post is about for this he’ll be known as Cory. “Boy two” who I’ve never really written about until now, will now be known as Aiden. Got it? Boy one = Cory. Boy two = Aiden.
I’m going to start off with Cory since it’ll be the shorter of the two posts. I may have sent him a drunken text the other night while I was lying on a friends couch in a city three hours south of here. All it said was and I quote, “I need a pillow, come here.” I didn’t think anything of it until I was on my way home the next day, I went to send him a text and found my drunken one. I promptly apologized and asked if we were still hanging out when I get back into town. He laughed and said the drunken text was fine, it made him smile. Then told me he was hanging out with friends watching some game. I hopped of the train and walked by the stadium, the game he is watching is right there. I shrugged and shook my head telling him I was looking forward to possibly seeing him. Maybe some other time then. With my hiking pack on I ran the half mile from the stadium to the ferry dock. I finally learned how old he is, my age plus 11 years. Cory, you’re really cute and I’m ready to go through a lot of deep shit to see you and possibly be with you but step up your game now. I might be gone forever soon.
Aiden..Where do we start with this one? I’ve known him since I was 17 (I’m only 23 now for those of you wondering) and we’ve seemed to circle each other constantly trying to see one another but something happens and we don’t see each other. We met when I snuck out of the house, my friends picking me up around the corner we went to see this band live at the all ages venue across the bridge. I’m not even sure how it happened I remember someone bumping into me and then talking to him. Then I saw the same dude on stage, ok. It’s pretty cool to see him making the bass guitar his own personal bitch. I don’t remember much past that. I just know we both seem to fade in and out of each other’s lives a lot. Going for months without hearing from one another is no problem. Then we pick up as if nothing’s changed, it was never I haven’t heard from you where the fuck were you?! It was hey, I’ve missed you, how have you been? A couple months ago I remember letting Aiden vent to me about how he always seems to fall in love with stupid people. I told him not to worry. We’re young and have time to find that person. Lately it’s him constantly trying to see me and I may have told Jackie about how he’s talking to me more, making an effort to be there.
I had a tragic or well beyond tragic birthday party. I left before he could get there, I wanted to see him so bad but this party was miserable. He called me making sure I was ok, checking if I was hurt and what exactly happened. Then apologizing for it all as if he had something to do with it, no Aiden you’re fine, don’t worry. He kept texting me until I fell asleep. He was there for me. Strange. This isn’t something I’m used to. He wanted to come with me this past weekend but based on our past experiences I had a feeling it wouldn’t happen, he called and cancelled on me the night before, apologizing wishing he could come. It’s ok Aiden, we’ll be together soon, I promise.
Last night I logged into a popular website and just started chatting with him. Why do I have the urge to crawl all over him and get to know him better both inside and out? I’m one of those girls who if I have an insanely girly day then the next day all I want is some attention and right now I want Aiden’s. Him begging me to come out, see me he said, come to me. I can’t my car is on the fritz. This was followed by a swear word from him and me telling him that he should come over before work. His only reaction is to say this, “It’s getting harder to resist you..” Oh god, there’s that hidden smile we girls only show our pillows as our hair falls into our face. Feeling so secure and wanted in your own skin. Damn that was a good line. I respond with, “Don’t worry, we’ll be together. Come over.”
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