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Fun times and sore feet.}
Thursday, September 30, 2010 | 9:28 PM | 0Comment

So, Internet. Homecoming.

First I'll just clear this up: I went with Best Friend Rose and Gene, kind of stag, but kind of not, since Gene and BFR went together, kind of. Like, they had corsages and all that, but they just went as friends.

Anyway. So, the day of Homecoming, (the 25th, one week ago Saturday) I woke up at 9 to start getting ready, because later I would be going to Rosie's place to finish getting ready (make up, hair, and all that), and I needed to shower and shave and all that lovely necessary girl grooming. I told Rose I'd be there around 12, but instead, I ended up showing at 1, because I have time perception problems, apparently.

So, I let myself in, and scared Rose half to death when I came downstairs because she didn't hear me come in, even though I screamed, "LUCY, I'M HOME" when I walked in the front door.

Then, we blared the radio (I probably heard 'Dynamite' by Taio Cruz 10 times that day.) and while Rosie did her hair, I did my makeup (which included fake eyelashes, which I was paranoid about falling off the whole night and I will NEVER wear them again). In case you're wondering, I played up my eyes and eyebrows and kept the lips nude.

And then while Rosie used the mirror and did her makeup, I took the curlers out of my hair (I actually wore them the whole day, you should've seen the looks I got on the way to her house!) and teased and flipped and hairsprayed (the next morning, my hair felt like cardboard! took two washes to get all that hairspray out). I also flat ironed my newly cut bangs, well, not too new, but I got them cut two days before I saw Ricky Bobby at the football game.

After that, we briefly ate, and then we got our dresses and accessories and slippers and went to Rosie's older sister's house (remember Ashley? The one with the son?) to get dressed. When there, I put on my really expensive gorgeous purple strapless dress that my dad bought me at Nordstrom's as a gift for good grades and that I will be keeping for the rest of my life. (Seriously, that thing is the most expensive thing in my closet. Probably the most expensive thing I've ever owned, EVER. I tried to talk my dad out of getting it, especially because my family's had money problems my whole life and I feel guilty whenever money's spent on me, but he kept insisting. I don't care if I have to wear that thing to my own wedding, I'M KEEPING IT.)
Also put on my knee-high black rose stockings and my maneater black booties and my headband with the miniature top-hat on it. Throw that all together, and you get an outfit that upstages my homecoming 2008 outfit times twenty.
(It was bad two years ago. I went shopping last minute. I must've went shopping at 9 stores looking for a dress, and finally, I just settled with a polka-dot one I didn't like because I couldn't find anything else.)

And BFR looked amazing! To quote her mom, she "looked like a ballerina on top of jewelry box". Her dress was gold and creme colored, strapless, short(but not harlot short, like some girls seem to like their dresses), and it was fluffy and frilly at the bottom. She had champagne colored high heels and this really cute pearl bracelet that I want to borrow.

It's easy to feel plain next to Rosie, even when she's in sweats, but at last that night I felt like I held my own at least a little.

So after we got dressed, we headed with Ashley to go take pictures in a nearby nature park (Ashley's a kickass photographer). While we waited for Gene after we got there, people kept looking at us from their car windows and honking at us while they drove by.

Gene finally got there, in a grey pinstripe suit and a gold tie to match with Rosie. We decided to not be boring and posey like most people with their Homecoming pictures and we pretended like we were all models and did epic poses. (And whilst looking through all of them on Facebook a few days ago, I decided I need to work on my facial expressions for pictures in the mirror more often. And not blinking and talking while the picture is being taken. That too.)

After all the picture taking is done, we left the park a little later than we'd originally planned, but we end up getting there on time anyway. I saw Jazz and a few of her other friends outside the Marriot, and we hug and compliment eachother on our hair and dresses and take more pictures. There was one bad moment when Rosie discovered that a freshman girl had the same dress as hers and almost started crying (oh, the drama.), but after some comforting and about 150 rounds of "Don't worry, it looks so much better on you", all was well again.

Before the 'banquet' part of the night started, I greeted and hugged a few more people, including Jerry (woooo, remember him? I wrote about him once, and very briefly, in August 2008. For-ever ago. I find it strange that I didn't mention how him and BFR liked eachother Freshman year and almost dated, but didn't.). It was kind of weird, he just came up to me and gave me this huge hug, like we were best friends and I hadn't seen him in years. Which is totally not the case, because Freshman year he hardly even spoke to me. But, whatever, I guess. People at that school pretend to be someone they're not all the time, so this wasn't new.

Then, everyone sat down for dinner (best chicken I've had IN MY LIFE. I've been dreaming about it since.), and I sat at Jazz's table with the guy she likes right now, and the girl he came with (more on that later), and a few other of the people she came with. It was fun, and we all threw confetti from the table at each other and took more pictures.

And then the dance portion came, and let me just say, thank God I took my heels off for that, because I possibly would have been debilitated right now ( though my feet were still sore at the end of the night). Gene and Rose and I danced the entire night, even doing the group dances like the Cha Cha Slide and the Cupid Slide and the Electric Slide and the Jump On It dance. The DJ threw us leis and glow sticks, and I had the best time ever.

As long as we kept away from the middle of the dance floor. It was chaperoned like mad, the teachers were practically standing guard around the perimeter of the whole dance floor, but the unwritten system of the dances at that school is that everyone forms an impenetrable wall so that the popular kids can grind and drop it like its hot in the middle unseen. I happened to catch a glimpse of Jerry animalistic-ly grinding with some chick in a red dress, front to front, and I couldn't help but lean over to Best Friend Rose and say/scream over the music, "THAT IS SO DISGUSTING." And she nodded and laughed.

During the slow dances, I danced with Rosie, and then with Jazz and two of her other friends (simultaneously, and we got very dizzy), and then one all by myself, looking very single and stupid while the couples around me giggled and snuggled and held each other and I wanted to punch them out. I half-wished that Johnny had decided to go, just so he'd dance with me when I didn't have anyone to dance with for times like those (though, he claimed that freshman year ruined all homecomings for him. Please. We had fun. He just said that because he thinks he's too cool for everything now). Thankfully, though, there was only 3 slow dances the whole night.

So the night, all in all, was great. I forgot how fun school dances can be, especially when you're with your friends. My feet hurt like hell afterward, and I woke up so sore you'd think I participated in a marathon the day before, and I'm tagged in all sorts of unflattering pictures on Facebook, but it was worth it.

Here's to more fun nights this year like Homecoming 2010.

xo Hopeless Romantic

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The Pros and Cons of the new Ricky Bobby.}
Wednesday, September 22, 2010 | 8:23 AM | 0Comment



The Pros:
  1. He's matured a lot. He used to not be able to hold a conversation very well, and ours the other night was pretty...intelligent. I mean, we weren't talking about the meaning of life or anything, but it wasn't meaningless small talk about the weather. It was about stuff that mattered, and I haven't had a conversation like that with a guy in a long time.
  2. He doesn't go for dumb girls anymore. I mean, he still thinks they're hot, but I think that's something imprinted in the Y chromosome. He doesn't want to date them anymore. He said himself to Best Friend Rose and I that when he was going out with that popular girl in the eighth grade (let's just call her Sissy), whenever he talked to her, it was like talking to a child. (Which me and BFR burst out laughing at, because it's SO true.) After that, he said he likes girls who are real, girls that have substance. How's that for a turnaround?
  3. He has fantastic taste in music. I'm talking Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles (may he rest in peace), The Doors, The Who, The Kinks, Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, and so on. My mom listened to every classic rock/soul group/performer you could possibly think of in the 60's and 70's, so I grew up listening to all of them. And someone my age with that much knowledge of classic music that doesn't only listen to the Top 40 hits? Rare. Very.
  4. He has this scruff/fuzz goatee type thing (think Rob Pattinson) going on, and I thought it looked stupid in his pictures, but in person it's actually pretty hot. Kinda manly, considering his somewhat manboy face. Whenever I talked to him, I kept getting this ticking urge to run my hands against it. (Ahem.)
  5. He's geniune. He doesn't try to be someone he's not, like the majority of my generation. It's like, you look at him, and you see the true, honest Ricky Bobby. The real him. He doesn't hide anything either, and he's honest. Sometimes brutally so, but we'll get back to that later.
  6. This is kind of random, but I just realized this: I'm pretty sure he thinks I got over him a long time ago. Which is...kinda true kinda not. Still attracted to him (obviously) but I don't like him as strongly as back then. At least, not right now. But I felt enough attraction to him to make me think that all those feelings will probably come back. But here's the thing--I don't think he has any idea how much I'm still attracted to him. Which is good, I guess. I mean, he'd say he thought some girl was hot and he didn't throw me this cautious look, one that I was expecting to say, "Oh, wait. You're still completely obsessed with me. I shouldn't say stuff like that in front of you, sorry." He didn't look at me like that at all. He just said it as if he were talking to any normal friend, any normal friend that didn't have this huge crush on him at some point. He even talked about how he was so bummed about moving back here because he had a girl. Wait, I'm just going to take a moment to laugh out loud at that irony. He had a girlfriend back in Pennsylvania. JUST BEFORE he moved back here. That could've been me two years ago. That is, if he was ever even interested in me in the first place, which I seriously doubt. But yeah, he said it like it was no big deal. So then I said I was sorry that that happened, like it was no big deal.
  7. Okay, back to the point. I don't exactly have a type, I just know what I like when I see it. And Ricky Bobby, hoo boy. His green eyes have these flecks of brown in them (almost hazel but not quite), and he has long eyelashes, and his lips are just so pink and soft looking, I swear, they kill me. And he still does that thing where he sniffs and his nose scrunches up, and it's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my whole life.
  8. He doesn't really judge people. I suppose everyone does to a certain degree, but towards his friends, or at least people he likes, he just...accepts them. Like, when I told him that I'm in online school, he didn't look at me with a strange mix of skeptic and pity, like most people eye homeschooled kids, as if to say, "Oh, you poor thing. You go to pretend school. You probably don't even have a life. Do you know what Sadie Hawkins is?" He just...accepted it. Like, he didn't even make a face or anything. It really surprised me. The old Ricky Bobby probably would have laughed at me.
The Cons.
  1. He openly told Rosie and I that he uses drugs. Now, normally this doesn't bother me much, since our generation is getting older and people do that in their teens and early adult years. The whole deal used to bother me a whole lot more, but I suppose it's the person's decision if they want to screw themselves up or not. It's their life. However.......Ricky Bobby seems to do a lot. He just doesn't give a crap, and he just uses what he wants. He never went into detail about what he does, but I do know that he's used weed for a while. But there has to be more than that. That kind of lifestyle is dangerous, anyone could tell you that. I'm really worried that he'll never stop using, and something will happen. I know it's not even any of my business, but I can't help it.
  2. He also openly told me and Rosie that the day before he moved back, he was a total asshole to everyone that lived there, just because he could. That was a turn off. Who does that? I mean, if it were me, I'd be extra nice to everyone, so that they'd have a good last impression of me and look back and say, 'Aw, I remember Sarah. She was a nice girl.' instead of, 'Ew, Sarah? She was a total bitch, I hated her.' And even though I don't care much of what people think of me, I think it's just a courteous thing to do. As I get older, I realize that it's not necessarily about treating people you don't like as rudely as you can, it's more that you can push aside your negative feelings and still be able to treat them with respect. So, I didn't know what that was about, but I didn't like it.
  3. Wanna get in contact with him? Fuggetaboutit. He is the hardest person to keep in touch with in the world. Talk to him on Facebook? He most likely won't answer your message, and if he does, its a week later. Try to call him? His phone's turned off, or he doesn't pick up. Try to text him? He hates texting, so good luck with that. He's such a 'life is right here, right now, in front of me' kind of person, that if you're not even close to within sight, he'll forget about you like that.
  4. His moods are like me when I'm on my period. We're talking PMS to the extreme. If he's in a bad mood, he'll either get all loner and not talk to anybody, or he'll take it out on you. I don't think he's typically a scream-my-head-off-at-you kind of person, but he can give the cold shoulder like nobody's freakin' business. He kind of reminds me of a crabby elderly man in that way.
  5. He said he hates school. Which is normal, I mean who doesn't say that? But then he went on to say he doesn't care about his grades, any of his classes, he doesn't do homework, he said he's basically given up, and that it's pointless. Huge turn off for me. Especially since the newfound nerdy me loves getting A's and studying really hard for something and having it pay off in the end. And I love learning, and I love feeling smarter after I begin to understand a really hard new concept. I love reading and feeling like I understand and appreciate life better after finishing an amazing book. That's just me. And hearing him say that he thinks school is pointless was really jarring to me. It felt like someone shook me and slapped me across the face and screamed, "WAKE UP." I understand that school can be frustrating sometimes, but why would he just give up? That's just lazy. Doesn't he want a life for himself? Hearing this from him made me imagine him, 30 years from now, slightly overweight or underweight, long hair in a ponytail, going around, living in motel after motel, Ricky Bobby, the 46 year old failed traveling musician that made nothing of his life. Would there be a chance of him getting famous? Yes. Is that chance very big? Not at all.
  6. Seeing this irresponsible side of him made me realize that he'd probably be a really crappy boyfriend. You know, the kind that forgets about your anniversary and doesn't call you on your birthday. Or the kind that you'd try to hold hands with in public and they'd slip their hand out of yours immediately. Or the kind that tells you that you should start working out because you've gained the slightest bit of weight. Because I can easily see Ricky Bobby doing all of these things.
  7. This kinda has nothing to do with anything, but he reminds me of Jess from Gilmore Girls. (I can't believe I've never talked about my Gilmore Girls obsession on here. I've watched the whole series through two times, and counting! I started it again! And sorry, if you've never seen Gilmore Girls before, you will have no idea what I'm talking about.) I'm a Dean girl, always have been, and I hate Jess. I've never forgiven him for coming in between Dean and Rory. He's the evil, sarcastic(the only thing I have to give him credit for), conniving bad boy that hates school and people and treats everyone like crap...except for Rory. With Rory, he's a sensitive softie that cares deeply about her and reads classic novels and poetry. Which is why I hate him. Which is why this comparison is a con.
All in all, I don't know. I definitely think I'll need more time with him to decide if I like him again or not, but then again, maybe it's better that I don't see him ever again, which is unlikely.

Well, internet. What's your verdict?

xo Hopeless Romantic

ps: Sorry for the wall-of-text entries lately. Whew.

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And, the moment we've all been waiting for:}
Friday, September 17, 2010 | 9:22 PM | 0Comment

Woo, Internet. I'm going to be talking about this night for awhile.

My God. Where to start? My brain is in shambles right now. My brain is so mixed up I only really half remember what the word 'shambles' means.

Prepare yourselves, Internet. This is going to be a long one.

It all started today when I was doing schoolwork and best friend Rose texted me to ask me if I was going to the football game tonight. Of course, I said yes, not wanting to miss seeing friends and people I hadn't seen in a while.

So, after school, and maybe around 5 or so, I get in the shower and start getting ready and stuff. Sometime during all this, Best Friend Rose texts me and tells me that even though the game starts at 7, she'll be getting there around 7:30. I think, well okay. Plus it gave me extra time to get ready, so I wasn't complaining. It gave me extra time to moisturize and pluck and straighten and all that other crap that us girls have to do to look pretty (boys think we just look this way? HA. It takes a great deal of work!!).

Unfortunately, that took way longer than I'd anticipated, and I ended up taking way a longer time to get ready than I thought. In fact, I ran out of that time, and I went over it. Waaaay over it. And when me and my dad left the house, it was a half an hour later than when we were supposed to leave (this has been getting worse and worse lately. I think I have a problem.).

Which, you can imagine, made my dad cranky, and I got a lecture on how stupid it was that he was driving me to a game across town that I was just going to be there for fifteen minutes anyway, since I was so late (he had a point, and I felt really bad about it, but he was wrong about the fifteen minutes part. I made it for halftime!) So the entire lecture thing put me in a pretty bad mood.

But by the time I got there and met up with Gene (check mid-2009 entries for reference) and Best Friend Rose (him and Rosie are super close now. I'm glad how it's pretty much like Freshman year again when we're all together. By the way, he's taking her to Homecoming!), I felt better again. Those two are absolutely hilarious together, so I couldn't be grumpy.

As I've said before, when you get me and Gene and Rosie together, we're an unstoppable, loud talking, laughing force of loudness. The Dynamic Trio, pretty much. I love Gene, it's just like talking to a girlfriend when I'm talking to him.

Anyway, so, after I've been there for a little while, Gene goes off to find someone and me and Best Friend Rose go and talk to people. After hugging and saying hi to a few people, including my friend Colbie (go check the entry on November 26, 2009 for reference), Colbie said to Rosie, "Did you see that Johnny's here with Ricky Bobby?"

...I KNOW, RIGHT???
Right then, at that moment, my heart seized. Not in the 'fluttery princess girly crush' way, more like the 'oh hell, I'm about to plummet off the edge of this cliff and fall 50 stories' way. Dread washed over me.

I couldn't help it, I made this little strangled noise, like someone had literally wrapped their hands around my neck and squeezed and shook me back and forth and then abruptly let go, and I was taking my first painful inhale. Colbie and Rosie looked at me weird, and then both their eyes got all wide in realization.

Colbie's mouth formed an 'o' (she knows about everything) and all she said was, "Oh."

See, the thing is, I was having a hard time breathing, and time suddenly seemed to slow, like everyone around me was made of molasses. Everything hit me all at once. He was there. Ricky Bobby was there. He was walking this way. I was about to see him again, after two entire years.

You'd think the thought would fill me with glee, right? HAH, YOU'RE WRONG. Because I was terrified. I honestly thought I was going to pass out.

And, going to the past few football games, the thought has come to me a few times. 'I wonder if Ricky Bobby will show up to one of these.' Then the other thought that always inevitably followed it, 'He'll only be there if Johnny shows up, because him and Johnny are always together.' I mean, come on. Mutual friends and everything, it would have to cross my mind. And tonight it did, once. But then I countered it, thinking, 'Johnny hasn't showed up to the past few football games, he probably won't even be at this one. I'm not going to see Ricky Bobby tonight.'

Man, irony just has it out for me.

Back to the reunion: something compelled me to ignore him at first. Act like I hadn't been waiting for this moment for over two years.

Johnny came right up to me first and gave me this huge bear hug, which was weird at first, because I thought it'd be all weird since Jazz and him aren't friends anymore. But I think he's maybe starting to realize that he needs to make best of the friends he has right now.

It was also weird because he was so stiff and formal the last time he saw me. He hasn't been like this toward me since...last year this time, I'm thinking. But it sort of felt like it was back to old times again. It was nice. I'd like to think that he's going back to old Johnny again, but I won't count on it, just so I won't get my hopes up or anything.

Johnny stole my hat and put it on his head and made me chase him for a few minutes (like I said, just like old times), and then he gave it back to me and we made our way back to where Rosie and Ricky Bobby and Colbie were standing, talking to two other guys. Somehow the topic of AIDS came up between Johnny and I (he's strange.) and, I swear, not even a minute after me and Johnny get back to the group, I hear from the other group, "somethingsomethingsomething Sarah blahblah."

I hear in a voice very similar to the voice I remember, only deeper, "She is?"

And then, "Yeah, she's right there."

I sense more than see (since I'm still taking to Johnny) Ricky Bobby turn to look behind him, and then out of my peripheral vision, I see him do a double take.

Excuse me while I go do my victory dance.

It's probably just because I've changed so much physically and mentally over the past two years, but hell yeah none the less.

And then, he doesn't even hesitate one second before he comes over. He comes right over to me to hug me, and can I just say that I don't understand what happened to his hugs, because they used to be so amazing and now they're poop. It was one of those, 'I don't really wanna touch you, so I'm going to hold my arms out in an awkward diagonal position and when you come in to hug me, I'm just gonna pat you on the back' hugs. I was so let down by it. Like, you haven't seen me in two years. Can't you muster up a hug better than that?! (Although a little later I found out that he hugged Rosie the same exact way. So it wasn't just me, his hugs just suck now.)

Anyway. Before he hugs me, he gives me his huge Ricky Bobby-y smile and says, "Hey, Sarah. How are you?" in this warm, I'm-glad-to-see-you voice.

It throws me off for a second or two and I lose my cool for a moment (including not answering his question and shooting out a too-rushed 'HOW ARE YOU' as soon as we're done hugging), but then I gain it back and smile in a not-too-eager casual way, the way that Rosie happened to give me pointers on a few months back.

He says the usual, cordial, "Good, how are you?"

And I answer this time (Thank God), "I'm pretty decent." And I hate how cordial everything is, so I say, "So, how was Pennsylvania?" And in my mind, I don't miss the irony in how I'm asking him about it when the word 'Pennsylvania' has changed in meaning for me forever.

He immediately loosens up and his eyes brighten and he looks at me and smiles all happily and says, "I loved it."

"Yeah?" I say, and I'm surprised at how bitter I don't feel about him saying he loved Pennsylvania. It makes me happy.

"Yeah. It's amazing. I met the coolest people there. It was just so cool."

I already knew the answer to this question, but I asked anyway: "Do you miss it?"

"Oh," he shook his head like he couldn't believe how much he missed it. "my God. Yes. You have no idea." Something about Ricky Bobby that I'd forgotten was that when he looks at you, his eyes cut into you. His gaze is just so intent and unwavering, and if that's something you're easily intimidated by, like me, it's hard to handle sometimes. But I tried my darndest to not look away and look at him intently too, to not look nervous and intimidated by him anymore. I've changed the past two years, and I wanted him to see it.

I looked at him in real sympathy and clucked my tongue. "Aw. I bet."

We talked for a while, and he talked about the music scene in Pennsylvania (he's all into bluegrass and obscure, unheard of bands now. All indieboy and everything.), and I asked him about his band back in Penn. He talked about how his band was able to get a new lead singer and how they had just recently opened for this awesome band (I forgot which. Something Venom. I think.) in a huge stadium, and that they were probably getting a recording contract soon (though I have a feeling he was embellishing it to impress me a little).

It was astounding to me how quickly I'd loosened up around him, and how the feeling that I was about to pass out went away. I forgot how much he talked, and he talks a lot. Actually he was probably providing most of the conversation, not that I minded. It was easier than I'd anticipated.
I also told him how I didn't go to Best Friend Rose's school anymore, and he seemed genuinely interested to see why. When I told him it was because of money problems, he was surprisingly understanding about it, saying how online school 'sounded cool' and saying that it was good that I still got to go to football games and dances and such. It was interesting to me that he actually cared.

Finally, Rosie came and stood next to me and joined in our conversation (though, she told me later tonight on the phone, she made sure to stay off to the side and let us talk by ourselves a little while), and we started talking about other stuff.
At one point, Ricky Bobby kept talking about drugs (he's apparently a druggie now. Not really surprising, since I'd found out that he's used them before, but I didn't realize how much until tonight. I swear, he kept talking about it for like, twenty minutes.) and girls that used to go to our school that he thinks are hot, including Jessica Simpson (see past entries from 2009), who moved to Montana recently, and the girl he dated in the 8th grade that I talked about in the first entry (though he admitted that she's a total ho-bag now and he doesn't go for that).

Eventually Johnny came back over to our group from wherever he went, and then RB suggested that we go sit down in the grass. So we all go to sit, and while we're sitting down, Ricky Bobby mumbles something, something like, "Sarah mumblemumble me mumblemumble eighth grade mumblemumble."

And obviously, I didn't hear him, so I say to him over Johnny and Rosie talking, "What?"

And all I got this time was, "Sarah wan-mumblemumble date me mumblemumble eighth grade mumblemumble." BUT it sounded a little like, "Sarah wanted to date me in the eighth grade."

Johnny snickers and RB has this huge smirk on his face, so I put everything together and decide maybe he really did say the latter. I give him a 'oh-no-you-did-not-just-say-that-out-loud' open-mouthed squinty look and hope that it at least makes sense with what he really said, if he said something else, that is. But he smiled wider and laughed, so I'm starting to think that really was what he said, and that it wasn't my imagination.

But Rosie brings something up immediately after that, and so there wasn't time to worry about what to say.

Meanwhile, when we all continued to talk, Johnny came to sit between me and Best Friend Rose, and I couldn't help but notice how he sat at an angle that I would have to lean around him to talk to Rosie and RB. Coincidence? Maybe.

A few times when me and Johnny were talking about something(one thing in particular was about Fiddy getting AIDS and getting a girl pregnant, but THAT'S FOR A WHOLE 'NOTHER ENTRY.), Ricky Bobby would pipe into our conversation, talking straight to me. One time when he did it, and me and Ricky Bobby were the only ones talking (and I remember in particular that we were looking very intently at each other and grinning and everything) Johnny looked between us, and half his mouth quirked up while he shook his head. Not sure what that means, but I pretended like I didn't notice.

Eventually, RB and Johnny had to leave and they got up from the grass. Me and Rosie stayed sitting, and Johnny gave an awkward bending over-sitting down hug to Rosie, and then an even more awkward one to me (since compared to Rosie, I'm a dwarf. Actually, compared to anyone, I'm a dwarf.). Then RB gave an even more awkward one-armed sitting/bending down hug (why, Ricky Bobby? Why?!) to both of us, and the boys left.

Me and Best Friend Rose sat there for a minute or two, her pretty much watching me sit dazed and wondering what the hell just happened, and then we decided to go find Gene.

Everything after that is pretty much a blur, all I remember was the game ending, saying goodbye to Gene, the ride home, and then calling Best Friend Rose and rushing to get into my pj's so I could blog about all this.

I honestly don't know what to think right now. There's so much to absorb.

But as for right now, I need to sleep on it. This week has been long. I need a night or two to think about all of this.

Dazed, Confused, and Tired,

xo Hopeless Romantic

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