February 9th, 2004::

-about the boss' son-

Life is simple, yet always seems so complicating. Like my latest life's trauma: Everybody is telling me about this phenominal guy that I've only met twice before. Though, apparently, the first time i met this guy he fell head-over-heels for me! At first i was surprised because i barely remembered him at all, but the more i was told about him the faster the memories came running back to me. Yes, he seemed adorable, shy (not my bag) yet endearing...and very good looking, and i don't just mean good looking, i mean adonis is walking the earth, but that is totally besides my point!

So up comes the second time i meet him. My best friend chanting in my ear about his cuteness - how he wanted me to kiss him that first time we met, how he found me hot, how much he liked me, etc. And then her boyfriend telling Mr. Phenominal is a great guy, he trust him with his life, his best friend. So all the while i'm trying to humor them with a slightly-being-psyched-to-see-mystery-man, i'm trying to ignore them for the bitter inevitable ending i have on my sarcastic outlook on life.

Ok, he's polite, sweet, and all that everyone has said he would be...except for one thing: he never talks to me! It's almost as if he runs every time i enter a room. What? Do i smell? Look fun? Dress wierd? Or am i too loud and outgoing for this introvert-drama-Queen?! And still after all the tomb-like silence and marathon man running *is it safe?*, everyone (more than just the best friend and boyfriend) are hinting that things are going well, right? He's awesome, right? Ok, bloody, ballocks-ing wankers, this isn't happening! What do you all see that i don't? Mr.P is running faster than the Road-runner fleeing from Coyote and his Acme craze.

After that lovely second monkey (encounter), i'm asked, you like him, right? AHHHH! He has the personality of a snowpea! That's what i think.

Lesson Learn't,
Trust yourself, others are blinded (and crazy) by what they want to see.
Truely SickBoy.