Walk of shame

I am a multi-faceted person.

Despite the fact that I know that The Boy is the one I want, I also know that he has not been as vocal in his feelings for me. Obviously, he flew me to Boston, yes. I told him on several occasions that I really liked him while I was there, and I suppose the sentiment was not overwhelmingly returned. I fear I have frightened him.

While long distance is not ideal, it's still an option I would be willing to talk about. And I feel he does not want to have that conversation. So here I am, playing it cool. Whatever cool is.

Well, my version of playing it cool seems to mean: kissing all my old random standbys. I walked of shamed it out of one of the standbys yesterday morning. Oh, good morning roommates who I vaguely know. Lovely to see you again.

What really makes this shameful, so, so, shameful, is that despite the fact that I did not have sex with him, two of my best friends have. They jokingly refer to themselves as "Eskimo Sisters." (This I did not know the first time I kissed said boy last spring.) He is in my group of friends. And he's a well-known whore. So.