Well, this has become an interesting conversation I'm caught up in while sitting in a Chinese restaurant. My brother inquired to me about guys, one in particular, and whether or not I would develop a relationship with said guy...
WELL. I don't know what to say in response, but... "Hey, we're already going out!" No, no, no. That wouldn't really work. It's like trying to shove a 6x6in Jell-o cube into a condom without making it collapse on itself.
My brother asks me, "How long have you and *this kid* been talking?"
"I don't know, since last year?"
"You do realize *this kid* could already be secretly in love with you, right?"
Well, Captain Oblivious, I'd like to tell you that I am a love goddess. (That's about as correct as saying unicorns don't exists, and don't you dare try telling me otherwise.) Boys fan themselves over me. I'm the belle of the ball, prim and fresh. Okay, we all know that's a lie, but I'm still not an insociable shut-in.
Either way, being so discreet like this wouldn't be so bad if only MY MOTHER AND HER HUSBAND DIDN'T SEE US KISSING. How lovely. You read right. The relationship I was desperate trying to hide with midnight meetings and trysts was exploited when I was seen giving a little someone a kiss. Oh my Jesus, did that sting.
Well, this begins a new line of deceit for me! I could ask my brother advice on whether or not to "begin a relationship" and work my way into seeing said person more than just during family visits. Well, perchance I could... Here goes nothing.
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