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Applebee's Boy

December 4, 2016

So there's this boy. The start of every basic white girl "love" story ever. After I had my heart broken by my best friend I told my self no more. I couldn't handle it. Well, my heart didn't listen.

A couple of my girl friends and I went to Applebee's after a football game one night and were having a heart to heart about life. Then in walked this tall, attractive boy and it hit me like a ton of bricks that "HEY, he's cute!!" He and his friends were escorted by the hostess past our table and he said hi to me and I sunk into our booth like a turtle.

I didn't know what to do, so I didn't. For weeks, I ignored how I felt but it started to eat at me. I sought the approval of one of my friends to pursue him because I didn't think I could. After a push to talk to my friend about other things in my life, I opened up and told him about Applebee's boy. He was totally chill and was like "girl, don't let me control your life."

Once I realized I was being a dingus, I had to find a way to try and talk to him. It started with small Facebook messages and and asking how he is. I thought by putting myself out there he would pick up my flirting but not really. So I pushed a little.

I made a small idiot of myself to give him my Snapchat and talk with him and banter him with. Still nothing... Dude come on. So I talked to one of our mutual friends for advice about what to do.

We have started texting and talking a little bit and getting to know each other and if only this boy knew how much he made me swoon. Between the same taste in Star Wars, EDM and his brain, I melt like a popsicle when I talk to him.

I just wish he understood that I was flirting with him. I wish I knew what he thought. Maybe he knows and he is ignoring me. Who knows...

What are you thinking Applebee's boy?

xoxo,
Em

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