Puntabulous

Okay, so I guess I should update you on THIS situation. There really isn’t much to say though. He sat next to me that first time, then the next day he didn’t. Then he wasn’t on the train for the following two days.

Then came monday and he didn’t sit next to me again. Boo! So when we both got off the train I caught up to him and said “Good morning”. He said “Hi” to which I quickly got embarrassed and ran away as quickly as possible. Normally I’m good at approaching guys, but the variable I left out of the equation was alcohol. Sweet, sweet alcohol. Without it I am powerless and embarrass easily.

Anyway, I must have done something right because the next day he sat next to me, we exchanged “Hellos” and we slept together again. Have I mentioned how handsome he is? Well he is. We did that thing where your arms and legs touch, but there is no way of telling if it’s intentional or not. Well, let me rephrase that: Clearly it is intentional on my behalf, but there is no way of telling if he’s just asleep and happens to making contact.

Since then he hasn’t sat next to me, and we haven’t exchanged words. And thats where I am in my life.

Since that story wasn’t very interesting, I will try and entertain you with one from my college days. It’s sad and tragic and you may shed a tear. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

It takes place during my days at Binghamton University. There was this really handsome boy (No, not me. Another one.) Anyway, he was very handsome. Genuinely very hot. Not that hobbit type of handsome I’m normally attracted to (Dominic Monaghan makes me sweat). He was, like, really good looking.

The problem was, he was dating someone for about a year or so. Until one day, he comes up to me out of the blue and asks if I want to hang out. Turns out he had just broken up with his boyfriend. Clearly the halleluja chorus goes off in my head and I graciously accept.

Now, I’m sure by now you can figure out where this story is going. But I was young and naive and just thought a really hot guy wanted to go out with me. Like, model hot. Originally we were gonna go to the movies, but then it was decided that he’d just come out with me and all my friends to a bar.

Cut to: Drunken hook up that I can’t remember.

The next day as I try making plans for our second date, he informs me that him and his boyfriend got back together. In his defense, he was “really sorry”.

In conclusion:

I learned: I make an excellent rebound guy.

I lost: The ability to remember what the hottest person I will probably ever hook up with looks like naked.

I won: Dirty looks from his boyfriend for the remaining year and half of college.

I became: Hopeless.