I was in a funky mood last night. I was sad that I couldn’t make it to Comic Con and was feeling restless from all this built up energy
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. I decided to get in my car and take a drive.
Destination? Anywhere!
Well that anywhere took me to IRISH BOY’S PLACE!!!!
I know! I know!!! WHAT!!! Irish Boy? The guy from the random karaoke night, who wooed you until you couldn’t see straight and then kept disappearing? The guy you can’t stop thinking about and haven’t seen in 7 months. Irish Boy, who makes your heart go pitter patter and you always hope to see again. That Irish Boy?!?!?!
YES! That Irish Boy…
My car took me to a place that was familiar and yet still unknown to me.
I pulled up, took a deep breath and walked up his drive way.
He was home!!! The tv was omitting a glow through the window blinds.
Another deep breath! Knock! Knock!
You’re probably wondering why after 7 month would I show up at his door step, unexpected, unannounced? I don’t know why either! You’d think after 7 months of no communication, I would have moved on and forgotten about him, especially after all my adventures. But sadly, Irish Boy has never been far from my mind, always constantly in my thoughts, the guy I fantasize about….
So there I was last night, 7 months after our last date, where he wouldn’t kiss me because my tongue tasted gross from what I ate, standing at his door…
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Deep breath.
Wait…
Suddenly the tv goes off!
Okay… Is he coming to the door????
Oh My God! Is he pretending no one is home???
Is he seriously not going to open the door???
OMG! Does he have someone in there???
He isn’t going to answer my knock…
Deep breath
Walk away…
As I passed his window, I glanced and saw…
HIS EYES peering through the blinds!!!!!! He was staring at me!!!!
I stupidly waved… WHAT AN IDIOT I AM!!!
Suddenly the eyes disappeared and there I stood…
Was he going to open the door now that he knew it was me???
Seconds go by… Minutes…
Finally I force myself to walk away from the window, the apartment, from the peering eyes, from him…
Well that’s that! It’s completely over…
Him staring at me, through his blinds and doing nothing, finally I can let him go because clearly he wants nothing to do with me.
THE END OF IRISH BOY.