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The Game of Truth (Will be revisited.)

So everything's sort of all right. Sort of.

Carlos and I are enveloped in a HUGE game of Truth. (More on that later.)
Flip-flop won't look at me in the hallway. (I'm smiling for once, so's ya know.)
Jimmy Choo (that's a good one for him) admitted that he talks about me with his friends at school. (HA! Just you wait!)

Carlos and I play this game called Truth. If you've ever read Sarah Dessen's book--who's title escapes me at this moment--it's like a huge game of Truth or Dare, without the Dare. If you lie, you lose. Carlos and I have asked a LOT of questions. We have this thing for DEEP questions, and easy ones. In fact, we're playing right now. XD We stayed up until 1 am last Saturday playing. Did I mention that I get to see him on Memorial Day? I do. And apparently he's gotten a new hair cut...

Flip-flop...yeah...wasn't in school yesterday. He looked at me once in the hall today, but quickly looked away. And he wasn't smiling. :(

Jimmy Choo...young, naïve, immature...and I should say, horny. Stupid kid. He told me that all of his friends have been asking about me because he text-messages me in school. They ask, "Have you fucked her yet?" Oh yes, I'm not lying. He said he would never even consider it. Although that's a relief, I was like, "Gee, thanks!" Like I'm not do-able or something. Eckk. Getting off that topic.

Carlos tells me (via IM, right now) that he'd like to have Hot European Sex.

*Sigh* (Oh yeah, I typed that in an IM, and it became a question.)

A nice, hot shower would be great right about now.

Comments

SalGal said…
You know, I never know what to say to posts like this. It really brings back the drama of high school, that's for sure. Not that I went through anything you are, because I was a baby whale in my HS years. But my friends did, and hone day, hopefully not, my boys will.

Fucking? Does not sound enjoying to me. Making love to the man who has been with me through the darkest days of my life and still finds me attractive? Very hot.

I hate the thought that I might sound like your mom, but I am a mom, and we say things like this:

Save it. Save it for when it's real. Because there really is a lot of heartache when it's just once, or for a short while.
May 23, 2007 at 6:06:00 PM EDT
Alex said…
well that seems to be an improvement. i think.




except for flip-flop guy. definitly not an improvment. lol?
May 23, 2007 at 7:35:00 PM EDT
alexgirl said…
Eeew. I can't believe Jimmy Choo's friends are asking if he fucked you. Why do boys have to be so immature and retarded.
Sorry about flip-flops. Hmm. maybe he'll come around.
Truth with Carlos sounds good though. Get it all out in the open. Hot European Sex, huh?... how *romantic*
May 25, 2007 at 2:49:00 PM EDT
Emma said…
You and your boys!
May 26, 2007 at 1:51:00 PM EDT
Emma said…
and also, sometimes boys can be so frickin' sick. I didn't talk to my best guy friend for six months last year because he was saying things about me to his friends (and we NEVER hooked up, or even came close). but either they come around, or you ditch 'em. this will sound condescending, and i'm not pretending to be Mrs. Boy-Expert McSmartyPants, but honestly you are too good for assholes.
May 26, 2007 at 1:53:00 PM EDT
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