Bitter, Utter, Udder

You know that thing they have in some movies where the guy and the girl are walking past an oval or a soccer pitch or something and someone accidentally throws a ball their way and the guy picks it up and throws it back at them and the girl's all, "Aw, he's so considerate," or conversely, "Yummy."

Yeah, that shit went down today. Except I was the girl and F was the guy and I was like, "Fuck yeah."

I love it when he blushes and he plays with his hair when he's doing group discussion. And when he walks up to me and we walk to the bus stop together.

I love it because I used to be the one doing that thinking, "Oh jeez, I don't want to appear to desperate." Now I don't even wait for him but he comes to walk with me.

Ah jeez.

And when I say to him, "Frick, I hate wearing skirts," and he says to me, "Why are you wearing one then?" and I say, "Just thought I'd mix it up. Obviously it didn't work for me," when really I want to say, "Because I was trying to impress you." Har har, Caitlyn. Brings back memories.

Or when he asks me, "Are you going to that exam thing?" and I say, "What exam thing?" and he says, "It's optional," and I say, "Lol, fuck that," when really I'm thinking, "I wonder if I said I was going he'd go with me?"

It hurts to be me.

J