So there’s this girl. She was a year younger than me in high school, though I genuinely didn’t know of her existence. Then, about a year ago, she started sending me friend requests on Facebook. I ignored them, for hopefully obvious reasons.
Finally, earlier this year, she sent another request paired with a friendly message. I invited her to my Pack a Parka Party, which finally led to us hanging out four months later when she insisted in helping me move apartments.
Why do I tell you this long story? I tell you because she loves this tall boy, who she brought with her on my moving day. She brought him because she swears she doesn’t love him anymore and she wants me to become his girlfriend. He truly is tall — something like six foot eight — and while that should be attractive to me, the first thing I learned about him that day was that he LOVES Ayn Rand and HATES David Foster Wallace.
thank you.
from the bottom of my heart.
yes, yes, yes–thank you Amanda Mae.
This still brings me joy, hours later.
So there’s this girl. She was a year younger than me in high school, though I genuinely didn’t know of her existence. Then, about a year ago, she started sending me friend requests on Facebook. I ignored them, for hopefully obvious reasons.
Finally, earlier this year, she sent another request paired with a friendly message. I invited her to my Pack a Parka Party, which finally led to us hanging out four months later when she insisted in helping me move apartments.
Why do I tell you this long story? I tell you because she loves this tall boy, who she brought with her on my moving day. She brought him because she swears she doesn’t love him anymore and she wants me to become his girlfriend. He truly is tall — something like six foot eight — and while that should be attractive to me, the first thing I learned about him that day was that he LOVES Ayn Rand and HATES David Foster Wallace.
You can guess the rest.