So the guy I’ve been on about? The one who’s my ex, who I liked and messed up any chance of me moving on by saying he liked me? I’m over him.
Yep. You heard me right. I am actually over him. It’s fantastic!
Why? Weeell… as my friend said, I’ve been ‘a naughty girl (;’
It’s not that bad, don’t worry! Basically, I was on Explorer camp on HMS Bristol over October half term. Well it was amazing, but what made it unforgettable, was the fact that I met James there. On the first day I was walking behind him and he had a facebook necker, so me being me, I went ‘you’ve got a facebook necker, awesome!’
Then that night when we had free time and were just playing pool and talking and whatever, he was standing all by himself, so I went over and started talking to him. For the next 5 night, we spent about 4 hours together, sitting on the waist-height long (maybe 10m long?) box at the side of the room; talking, getting to know each other. I realised a few days in that when he was around I wouldn’t talk to anyone else, only him. Over these days, we went from just talking, to him pretending to fall asleep on me (one day even lying spread out over the box with his head in my lap), to us blatantly flirting.
I figured out that yeah, I had a crush on him…but I thought he was just messing around, cause he’s 16 and year 12; a year and a half older than me.
Then on the second last night, him and my friends were already sitting on the box, but I was late getting there, and there was no room left. I kinda stood talking, awkwardly, cause I was in the way of the people playing pool. I moved to let them get a shot, and when I moved back James pulled me inbetween his legs, wrapped his arms round me and pressed his cheek into mine. I wrapped my arms around me and he grabbed my hands and held them, really cutely (: we had many people ask us whether we were going out and got very shocked replies when we said we weren’t, which was amusing.
But that was the point where I realised that maybe, just maybe, he liked me too. And that was when I fell for him even more.
The last night there was a disco, and we ended up standing with him holding me as above, me sitting on him, dancing together, walking around hand in hand, slow dancing together, and finally (making what I’d been dreaming about for the past days come true); he kissed me. More than once.
I miss him ): he lives about two and a half, maybe three hours drive away, and four hours train ride away. It sucks; I never get to see him, he’s really busy so we barely talk on msn etc., and he thinks the distance might be too much, so he didn’t ask me out.
So I’m over Denis, but I’ve fallen for an older guy who lives hundreds of miles away…
Christmas visit methinks (;
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