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REjection

It was a Friday night. I was headed to a Halloween party with one of my friends. Sadly, I'm not friends with that girl anymore, but that is a very long different story. Anyways. We went to the Halloween party and it was pretty fun, even though we only knew each other and the girl actually throwing the party. (Side note, the girl throwing the party, Jessica, is ENGAGED now. Crazy!) We played fugitive and I just spent the night riding in my friends truck while she drove around and around.

While she was driving, I was thinking to a conversation earlier in the day. It was Sammy's birthday, a day I had memorized. I made sure to tell him happy birthday the second I saw him that day. And then over and over again every other time I saw him, which was quite a lot. During our world history class, we were in the computer lab and there just so happened to be a seat next to Sammy, so naturally, I sat there. That was how I was able to overhear the conversation with him and one of his friends. It went something like this.

"Hey, so are you going to ask Alethe out?"
"I don't know man, I'll have to think about it."
"Well, I can't think of a better birthday present than having a girlfriend."
"That would be a good one!"

That's how it went down, I remember it very clearly because my heart sunk a little bit. I had never heard of this Alethe girl. At the time when I tried to find her on facebook, I didn't know how to spell her name so I couldn't find her then either. (In my defense, it's said Uh-Let, which I thought was spelled with an O.) But I didn't stay down for long because I remembered the kidnapping the week earlier. There was no way that I could be at the back of Sammy's mind with an event like that. And I asked Sammy who she was and he told me she was a senior in his business class. I asked if he was going to ask her out and he didn't say anything, just shrugged and smiled.

I spend the rest of the day trying to see if anyone had heard of this Alethe girl.

Back to the drive. I decided to text Sammy since he was on my mind. Surprisingly, he texted me back right away! That was a rare event in the beginning of our friendship. I asked him what he'd done for his birthday and he said he'd seen his dad graduate from college and then they'd all gone out to dinner. He told me how proud of his dad he was. I thought that was so sweet.

Then I got really brave. Unfortunately, this very important conversation took place over text, leaving out any room for a movie interpretation. It went a lil something like this:

me: So are you going to ask out that Alethe girl?
him: I don't know haha
me: That's good :)
him: Why's that?
me: Because I like you.
him: Like like me? Like more than a friend?   (I remember laughing like like was used as the distinction between friendship and liiiikiiinnnggg someone.)
me: Yes, I do.

twenty minute pause.

me: yes I like you more than a friend.
him: Oh. Well I don't feel the same way. You're a great girl, blah blah blah.

You get the idea. He didn't feel the same. And I said something awkward and pretended not to care. I felt like that lil girl back in middle school who was mortified when her crush found out she liked him. That feeling lasted for about five minutes until we found all the fugitives and headed back to Jessica's house to watch a scary movie.

So that was the time that my now boyfriend rejected me. It's a great story that I love to tell. Now two years later we'll be celebrating his birthday tomorrow. Crazy how things turn out sometimes.

Oh, and look at these pictures! Isn't it creepily awesome?! I had no idea this other picture existed. What're the odds?



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