Okay. For those of you who don’t know me personally, I’d like to preface this rant by saying that I have a wonderful boyfriend with whom I celebrated our anniversary with on June 1st. I am very much in love with him, and him me, and I’m not the type of person to even consider cheating. That being said, here is my life:
May 31st, I attend the birthday party of this guy I know’s older brother. It’s a lot of fun, and I end up driving the guy home since he’s drunk. In the car, we’re talking about how we’re glad we ended up being friends and all that since we used to have mad crushes on each other back in the day that never amounted to anything. I made some comment about how our friendship works out now because we’ve already moved past the attraction phase. He shook his head laughing, and stated “Well, let’s just say I respect Clay. We’ll end that conversation there” and got out of the car mumbling some more technical reasons why we wouldn’t work out. My gut instinct was to be upset that he would even consider ruining our friendship, and as I thought more on it, I realized that I had wanted him to say that to me for years. All of my wildest dreams had come true, but I didn’t want anything to do with them. I was angry that the words were said because I truly loved Clay, and my sophomore year crush was not even a blip on my radar.
Then tonight, this boy who I never really talked to, but my friend group lusted after for years texts me “puleese marry me” out of the blue. We talk about his modeling career in LA, and he keeps hitting on me, telling me how Kat von D has nothing on me, and how he misses seeing me so much, and calling me wifey. This boy tried to hook up with me around the same time Clay and I were first talking, and my friend group said I should’ve done something then. I’m so happy I didn’t do anything then, and even happier for not doing anything now.
Within a week of my anniversary, all of these classically attractive boys come out of the left field and talk about how they like me. What? No. Clay’s my one and only. Whether you be awesome at making coffee, or a model in LA, you have nothing on my Dungeon Master.