So yeah. New crush. That makes three … four … five at the moment. Sigh.
I really don’t know what my problem is. It only happens when I’m single though. I mean for the first fifteen years of my life, I only had eyes for one boy – until I saw him smoking.
And while I was with Baba princess, let’s just say lots of Shemar-Moore-types got jiggy before me and I felt nothing. He liked to play this game where he’d dare his friends to hit on me [behind my back] just to see me shoot them down, and those boys were cute. And rich. One boy came up to me talking sweet and dangling his Passat. I looooove the Passat. I felt nada. My hormones are that loyal.
But when I’m pending, the crushes come fast and hard. Trouble is I have [finally – phew!!] learnt not to confess them, even though my intimates can read me like a book with a really big font, so they always know. And then a lot of times the crushes are on pals and confidantes who I end up falling for. So I will tell Boy B about my crush on Boy A, then I will go to Boy A and confess I melt everytime Boy B touches the keyboard. I am so lame.
The result is that neither A nor B takes me seriously because, well I have a crush on someone else. And because I tell them about a new crush every day. I suppose it’s because I’m restless, so with so many pretty boys to zone in on, my love-jacket wanders. While it is wandering, no boy feels secure enough to take a shot coz he thinks in five days I’ll have moved to a new crush anyway. Tsk tsk. As if boys didn’t already have enough reasons to shy away.
Irony is that if any one of the five reciprocated, the rest would poof from my c-zone like mummies unravelled. Of course they don’t know that, so on the odd chance that any of them actually has more-than-pally feelings for me, they will not risk being attached to this flighty girl that falls at the drop of a g-talk chat-alert. Sigh.
But then … does this stuff actually happen in real life? I mean in the romance novels and movies there’s always some best-friend-boy who is secretly in love with his gal-pal. And I fall for my gentlemen friends all the time. But do boys in the real world actually fall for their female friends? I don’t mean those random moments of lust when you discover she’s a C-cup, I mean true, genuine, honest-to-goodness falling for your best friend. Does this ever happen to guys?
♫ Prayer for you ♫ Texas ♫