The Honeymoon is Officially Over

I guess what really broke the horse's back was this...

I was sitting there, hooking my electrodes under my toad leg's sciatic nerve in MGC lab today, feeling all giddy at being in such close proximity to F. I could feel his head literally centimeters from mine and it was making me all... out of it.

"Ew," I thought to myself, "This toad leg seriously stinks. Uerghhhhhh."

It was then that F started to say something and I realized it wasn't the toad leg... It was F's breath.

I mean, it's potentially wrong of me to judge F for having nast breath because he's only human (despite my past attempts to tell everyone he's some sort of God) and everyone gets bad breath at some point..?

But oh God, as we were walking to the bus I realized how nasal his voice is.

Sure, as we conversed on the bus I couldn't help but get lost in his bright blue eyes. They are seriously the prettiest eyes I've seen in my life. But yeah, the conversation was just lacking. Also, because he got off at an earlier stop than me I suggested he sit on the aisle seat as I was originally sitting there. After I got out then was sliding into the window seat I'm pretty sure my bodacious ass brushed up against his crotch due to the tight proximity of the bus. And I'm pretty sure he laughed at that and said, "Awwkwaaard." And I was like... "God, if this was two weeks ago I'd be having a fucking orgasm on this bus right now, in front of everyone and God." Instead I was all... "Meh."

Oh, but he can still be adorable and sweet and part of me is still heinously in love with him. Like I asked him if he'd ever considered being a vet and he said his mum's actually a vet and through year 10 and 11 he wanted to be one. And then in year 12 he seriously considered dropping out and becoming a chef. I mean, that's pretty spectacular and dropping out and becoming a chef has always secretly been my dream. It was pretty endearing.

But I mean, juxtapose that against like, REALLY froggy smelling breath... It literally smelled like frog. I'm not shitting you.

We were talking about how much we hate having to socialize with new people. At least we have that in common. Actually, we have lots of things in common. Sometimes I just find it difficult to be myself in front of him. So, on the bus it was silent for a couple of minutes then he asks me when my birthday is and I'm all, "14th of March? Why?" and he says, "I was just starting a conversation. I failed." It was pretty cute. I lol'd.

GOD, I'M SO CONFLICTED. ON ONE HAND HE'S SO SWEET, SO ENDEARING, SO LOVELY AND ON THE OTHER HAND HIS BREATH REALLY STANKS LIKE FROG.

J