Liking fantasy boys is so much easier than liking REAL boys because with fantasy boys there is no awkwardness ever. Or at least, the awkwardness is always endearing.
So as to avoid annoying my friends (and also their mockery) I’ll share my squee moment here. On Monday this guy I kindofsortofmaybeateensybit like came in the lecture hall, saw me, and then sat right next to me! We’ve sometimes sat next to each other before, but usually there’s an empty seat between us and we don’t really talk. Today he sat next to me again!! We chatted about our test and classes.
I’m the worst when it comes to liking a boy because I’m so awkward and I just plain never do anything about it. I legitimately don’t know how to flirt, and I don’t really know if it’s something I want to learn anyway. I’m really passive. Or I just plain lie to myself. Nope, I don’t like him. Or I’ll talk myself out of it. How can you like him? You didn’t learn his name until a month ago.
