Cougar

I seem to have developed a slight crush

...on a younger man.

It happened accidentally.
He asked me to dance. And, in the dark, I mistook him for someone else.

Clearly, I need glasses

or to eat more carrots.

It was kind of my first time dancing "like that" with anyone.
Simply saying "yes" was the most uncharacteristically me thing I have ever done in my life.
I was probably possessed by alien zombie ghosts for a minute or two.
I honestly felt like I was watching someone far more courageous then me when it happened.

But I did say yes.

And I behaved more like a ho than I knew was possible.
Valuable lesson learned: teenage boys like hos.

A lot.

When I figured out he was not who I thought he was,
I wasn't sure whether to laugh,

or cry,

or die of shame.

So I just drank some punch;
And laughed.

A lot.

...Still laughing actually. ^-^

Even if it means he thinks horrible things about my morals, I hope he never finds out.
Cause I actually started talking to him.

And now I kinda like him.

Not to mention, thinking back on the dancing (without boring you with details), he was kind of adorable in the way he was.
Not to mention he likes me;

this is my number one desirable quality in a man.

If only I could get over the fact that he's younger. :/
It's not that he is so much, it's that he looks it.

I do not look it.

Not to mention I still really like the boy I thought he was.
Even though boy "A" seems to be kind of uninterested

...and a douchebag.

I hate douchebags.

They are so ineffective.
Especially in modern times.
I mean, even lemons work better.

But anyway...

angst, angst, angst

Why do I always get the confusing boys?
Maybe if I'm good this year Santa could pretty please bring me one I don't have to question.
That would be nice.


*writing style inspired by the thought process of one Miss Christina Spann