The Kit Kat Club

You know those song memes I do where I post 5 songs beginning with a certain letter? This is like that, only I'm going to post my favorite song from each letter of the alphabet. And I'm not uploading any of them individually because that is 26 freaking songs, but I will provide a .zip file for anyone who wants it. And if you want to hear a certain song, holla at me and I'll upload it for you.

( Alphabet soup! )

.zip file:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=I9Y19HHP

Yesterday, I saw someone I haven't seen in a very long time. Someone I had the biggest crush imaginable on in my senior year of high school. She was a freshman, I was a senior. She was 14, I was 17. Creepy? You tell me. But I was, essentially, head-over-heels, writing-dopey-poems-about-how-omgpretty-she-is, crazy about her. I casually got her phone number one day, and I'd text her while I was bored at work. We were pretty friendly, but I was too shy to really befriend her. Naturally.

I would try to flirt. I would run up to her and hold out a piece of chocolate while staring at my feet. She would take it and thank me and I would basically giggle and run away. She put up with it, though heaven knows she probably thought I was totally insane.

Finally, I asked her out. I asked her out in the throes of the worst headache I have EVER HAD (MSG poisoning from a Chinese buffet, baby!) so it was pretty incoherent, but she said "Maybe" and it was the greatest day of my life. I woke up the next morning to a Facebook message telling me "Sorry, but no, I'm not sure if I like girls." If you ask me, she shouldn't have been wearing a rainbow shoelace on her backpack if she wasn't gay but that's just me.

Anyway, I did not take the hint. Repeat: I DID NOT TAKE THE HINT. I continued being totally incoherent around her. I bought her expensive chocolate for her birthday. I even asked her out again. AHDURRRR.

When I got my new phone (whose name is Corcoran, by the way), I had to manually transfer over all my contacts from my old phone. I chose not to transfer her number. I figured I hadn't texted her in months, and it had never been anything more than a schoolgirl crush. It wasn't like I had had Deep Emotional Problems in trying to "get over" her.

Then, last night, I got a text from a number I didn't recognize. It said "Hey youre at Barnum!" I responded with "Who is this?" I was watching the town musical and, apparently, so was Marina. After the show she came up to me and started chatting. She was as beautiful as ever, but much more friendly and outgoing than I'd ever seen her before. In the past, she had rarely initiated conversation with me. Maybe she had matured and become more confident since I'd seen her, but a tiny part of me couldn't help but hope that she'd....reconsidered. It's dumb, I know.

Anyway, while we were talking she said "It was me who texted you." I blurted out "Oh, right, sorry. I deleted your number!"

"I deleted your number!"

I backtracked and realized how amazingly rude that had sounded. I explained myself quickly and apologized, but man, I am always surprised at the amount of word vomit I can spew in front of pretty girls.

...Wow. I am really, really gay XD