Boy Problems

I’ve been told I’m a very pretty girl. Many times. And it gets really really frustrating.

Firstly, I’m doing one of my guy friends at school a favor by going with him to a dance because he doesn’t want to get asked by a girl... Except I’ve known him since high school and have had a tiny crush on him since Junior Year and have been too shy to say so. I hope I don’t make it too awkward. I also have a suspicion that he might eventually want to be more than just friends, which would be AMAZING because he’s literally the best guy in the world. The girl he chooses to marry will be very blessed.

On top of that though, I also currently have at least, and I mean AT LEAST two guys who are interested in me, but I’m not interested in them. One is also at school and is NOT good looking. At. All. He’s disgustingly nerdy and plays video games every other spare moment he gets.

The other one is from back home. He is definitely better looking and has actually told me that he likes me, and I appreciate his honesty very very much. However, he’s not financially stable, and I don’t want to be financially insecure when I’m married.

And I say at least two guys because, you remember the guy who I’m going to that one dance with? His best friend from High School goes to my church and is very likely crushing on me. You know, like, side glances and staring and extremely awkward conversation.

Best part? All these guys know or have interacted with at least one of the other guys in some way, either at church or at school. But none of them have any idea about ANY of this. And it’s kinda funny; every single guy I’ve mentioned in this post is either named, or his name means, “John”.

This’ll be fun to watch unfold... 😈

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  • Fake.

    In reality you're a pasty shy girl with an obvious moustache.

    Grow up.

  • I thought of these boys vying for your attention and was reminded of this poem

    The Cloths of Heaven

    Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
    Enwrought with golden and silver light,
    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
    Of night and light and the half-light;
    I would spread the cloths under your feet:
    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
    I have spread my dreams under your feet;
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

    W. B. Yeats

  • Wow. Someone on here who's actually read a book!

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