He and She Saturday-Foreplay to Dating.

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“So let me get this straight-he kissed you on the cheek?” Daphne asked for yet the hundredth time.

I nodded, not really minding to tell this story again. When I left Andrew, I made a beeline for Daphne’s house where we spent the last two hours replaying what had just happened. We were typical high school girls, and whenever a boy told us we were beautiful we would spend moments analyzing it. Why would he call us beautiful? Did he like us? Did he really like us, or was he just lying?

Being a high school juinior with no self confidence can truly be annoying.

“I told you that he liked you”, she said.

“I know you did.”

“You’re going to have a good time”, she said. “Do you know what you’re going to wear?”

I nodded. “But I have a week to figure it out.”

She smiled excitedly. “I know! We should go shopping because you’re going to want to find a super-awesome outfit.”

I narrowed my gaze at her. “But, my outfits are already super-awesome. “

“So, one more outfit isn’t going to hurt.”

“That just gives you an excuse to shop.”

She laughed. “Well, it does give me that. What do you have against shopping?”

“Nothing, except that you do an awful lot of it.”

“I need things.”

I looked into her crowded closet, full of shoes in multiple colors and styles, jeans in a variety of washes, and a whole rainbow of shirts.

“Not in every color.”

“Yes I do! That way, I have the basics.”

I rolled my eyes. “The basics would be in a few colors that go with everything. Not every color.”

“Don’t hate on me just because I have a more awesome wardrobe than you.” She stuck out her tongue at me.

“My wardrobe is pretty fine thank you very much. And I don’t have one of everything in every color.”

We laughed. That was the thing about Daphne. We could tease each other about just about anything, and then  as soon as you think that we probably had enough of each other for good, we suddenly burst out laughing. It was the way that our friendship always was, is, and will be.

“So, what do you say?” Daphne asked as we finished our explosions of laughter. “Wanna hit the mall?”

I smiled weakly, not sure what was going to be in store for me. “Sure”.

Two hours later, I spent more money than I should have, and had more bags that were digging a read mark in my hands as a result. This was the work of Daphne, who had insisted that I would buy a few options, just because you can’t really predict the weather. What if it was cold? What if there was suddenly a heat wave? Daphne had an excuse for buying just about everything, as long as it was on sale.

I heard a soft muted ping from inside of my bag. Part of me hoped that it was Andrew, but the other part of me told myself that I shouldn’t get my hopes up. The tips of my mouth creased into a smile, because I didn’t know the number. Therefore, it must be Andrew.

Andrew; Hi, it’s Andrew. I wanted to give you my number, just so you can have it. I hope you’re having a great day, and that you’re not creeped out by how early I am to text you.

Me; I am not creeped out. I am happy that you’re texting me.

Andrew; I am too. :D

Me: What’s up?

Andrew: Not much, and you?

Me: Not much, just got back from a shopping trip with my best friend.

Andrew: Ooh, girl’s night out? Did you buy anything interesting?

Me; Not really. I bought something to wear to our date next week.

Andrew; I look foreward to seeing that. I bet that you’ll look amazing. You always do :D

Me: Well, thank you.

Andrew: You don’t seem happy that I think that you’re cute..?

Me: Because I don’t believe you.

Andrew: Well, believe it. I think that you’re extremely cute. I think that you’re amazing, and I know that it’s too soon for me to be saying that.

Me: Nope, not at all.

Andrew: Good, cause I do.

Me: You’re very cliché.

Andrew: I guess that’s a good thing then.

Me: Not for me.

Andrew: Why not?

Me: I am not a huge fan of the whole cliché romantic movie thing.

Andrew: Aren’t all girls a fan of things like that?

Me: That is such a stereotype.

Andrew: Really?

Me: Well, you shouldn’t believe in stereotypes.

Andrew: Why not?

Me: Because they are not always true.

Andrew: I am sorry to assume that.

Me: You know what they say when you assume things.

Andrew: Yes, I do.

I looked at the clock, and wiped my tired eyes. It was almost midnight, and I was sitting in the same position that I was earlier. My bags still had clothes in them, and I’m sure that by now they were probably more wrinkled then the old women in titanic.

Me: We’ve been texting for pretty much all night. I’m tired and I’m gonna go to bed. Mind if I text you tomorrow?

Andrew: Of course, not. I hope you sleep well, my darling.

Me: I am not yours yet.

Andrew: But, you will be.

I closed my phone, and shut it. I couldn’t sleep right now, so I hung my clothes up. I got my pajamas on, and just laid there. I didn’t know what to think, or what this was, but I was falling to some unknown gravity. Was this what falling in love felt like?  Or was this what falling in love with someone who was falling in love with you too felt like.

If it did, then it felt nice.

We Found Love..

About this piece- One of my goals this summer is to write a piece or two for my blog in AP format. AP format is short for Associated Press style, which is geared towards writing in a manner that's clear and concise.  In my efforts to prepare for my classes in journalism this upcoming fall, I wanted to practice so I can become more familiar with it. The following is my attempt at this style. 

Sometimes, people pressure us to do things. Whether it's drugs, drinking, or just to move a bit faster in a relationship, everyone at one point or another has felt the pressure of someone telling you that you should do something for the reason that they said so. Time and time again, I found that many people say things such as you can do better than him, in the efforts to keep you from making the same mistakes. For example, your mom tells you not to date someone because they may or may not break your heart. This could be a reflection on the fact that she herself could have wished that she had gone down the path with that person instead of the person that she choose. Therefore, she's trying to prevent you from making that mistake.
However, we are not our parents, grandparents, and friends. We are ourselves. Many people often have the one that got away. Look at movie titles such as 'Titanic,' or 'The Notebook.' Each of those titles have had an elderly person or couple reflecting on those that they lost.
With that being said, there's 1 common thing that lies in all of those movies, and that is the fact that there's a deep pang of regret for not following his, her, or their heart. Not following your heart can undoubtedly lead to a sea of regret.
In my experiences, I sometimes regret not taking some chances, similar to the movies that I've mentioned previously. Taking risks is a part of life, and something that I have a hard time doing. However, by not doing that it can lead to greater regrets. With the movies that I've mentioned previously, there's regret of not being able to follow our hearts.
There's reasons why some people just don't end up with each other, despite the fact that they should be, and do in fact love each other. For example, in the hit television show 'Nashville,' Rayna often goes back to Deacon Claybourne, who had an on and off relationship for over 20 years. The relationship did however leave us on a cliffhanger on the season finale. However, their relationship does show something. For starters, they both clearly loved each other when they were involved with other people. They also both wanted to be with each other. But, Deacon's demons did get in the way because he suffered from alcoholism. Therefore, it made things complicated with Rayna in many aspects because she didn't want to be treated badly. (Which Deacon was doing with his abuse of alcohol) She married Teddy Conrad, mainly because she thought that it would be fit for their unborn child Maddie, which got in the way of the relationship. Life got into the way of them ever finding the true happy ending in their relationship. This left both of them relfective of what had happened, and what could have been versus what they had in front of them.
I've decided that way of life wasn't for me. I wanted to be with someone who truly made me happy. I never want to settle for anyone in my life. I don't want to settle for someone just because I don't think that I can do any better than them. If I'm truly unhappy then it's something I should try to fix. Love is something that has become too much of a science, because we have to find someone in fears of becoming forever alone. However, with that being said, why are we afraid of being alone? What's wrong with wanting love, not a marriage deal?
This goes back to my original way of thought. There is prince charming on a white horse, there are knights and shining armors, and then there's the dragons, trolls, and devils. We often forget that love is sometimes found in the weirdest places, and we often forget that sometimes, people may not realize that Prince Charming is a troll that was deemed to hurt you. This is why we must turn deaf to all of that, and seek to find love based on our perpective-not on others.

TBT-Salem The Cat On...

Ahh, who can forget Salem the Cat. Salem is Sabrina's trusted sidekick, who is known for being quite sassy. Here's what he has to say in certain situations.
Salem On Eating Cake:
 
Salem On Cars:
 
Salem On Being Honest On The Internet
 
Salem On Living On The Edge:
 
 
Salem On Mondays:

Salem On Relationships:








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Society and the Single Girl-Why Are You Still Single?

Why are you still single?
It's a question that nearly every person has encountered since the beginning of time. You're pretty, why are you still single, or what's a pretty girl like you still single? If you haven't heard those questions, or seen the hashtag #Imsinglebecause on  Twitter, well you've been living under a rock, or just pretty damn fornute.
Well, ladies and gentlemen here's why I am still single. There's two components to this, so get ready for it.
I have been single since June 2010. At that time, I was almost 16 years old. I've had one really significant boyfriend, and a rebound after that. Needless to say, I've been single for a pretty long time. During when I was with my boyfriend at the time I changed into the type of person who put her boyfriend first. I was obsessed with him, and always needed to talk to him. #crazygfoverhere When he broke up with me in the middle of sophomore year, I was devasted. Now looking back, I really can't blame him. I was sort of the girl that was wrapped around his little finger.
Ever since then, I haven't been able to open up. Deep down, I know that I've changed a lot since then. I've matured, because I'm no longer 15 years old. I realize that love isn't about obsession, but it's about equality. I've always had the fear of turning into that person with no pride whatsoever, and that's something that I never want to happen to me.
The other component is that I can never take risks. Ever since that relationship, I have a hard time opening up to guys I like that show remote interest in me. I can't flirt, and I can't show any sort of confidence. I also can't even say what I'm feeling, which results in me being friend-zoned. I'm often afraid of getting rejected, despite the fact that I so desperately want to be with someone who makes me happy. I take risks, knowing that they would end postively, which is a downfall because with risks sometimes you never know what you're going to get.
I guess that there's something I can do before I can write a post saying I've found a fella. I can start by taking more chances in life. I can actually message that cute guy on Tinder, and I can ask out the guy that I've been crushing on for months. I can fall, and not be sure that there's no safety net to catch me to avoid bruising. The thing about me is that I can tell someone to make a move on a guy, but to actually do it myself isn't exactly my thing.
And that's got to change. Part of me still shudders about that doomed relationship all those years ago. The other, more naughty part of me, craves a chance to meet someone that will actually make her very happy. It's about time that I've listened to that part of me, don't you think?

Reading Goals Update!

This is an update to my posts called Books I Have To Read This Summer,  and New Year's Revolutions.
So, I'm a huge fan of reading. In fact, since I work in a library pretty much guarantees that I'm a bookworm, and take out some of the books that I should be putting away. Summer almost always guarantees that I'm going to cross some of my books that I wanted to read during the school year, since I now have the time for it.
Since writing Books I HAVE to Read This Summer, I have read three books. I tried to read Game of Thrones, but I really didn't like it, and had to stop reading it. Two of them were John Green, and I can successfully say that I've read all of his books that he's ever written. The third is Emily Giffin's Where We Belong.  I have also just recently finished the third and fourth books in the Pretty Little Liars series. My goal next is to chip away at the Pretty Little Liars series, in addition to maybe The One and Only.  I recently rediscovered my Nook, so I'm going to try to let it be used instead of just sitting there. Plus, all of my books would be in one little place, so I can take it with me if I choose to the beach.
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Music Monday-Ariana Grande

                                                      Image from Wikipedia.
For all of you that know me personally, I am a huge fan of singers who have a lot of talent, and have a really awesome voice. Ariana Grande is no exception. At age 20, it's safe to say that she's filling the shoes that only Mariah and Whitney can fill.
Ariana is a mixture of pop, and soul. However, she has a really great voice. She's a huge fan of Mariah Carey, and even covers some of her songs. You can even see her presence in some of Ariana's songs, and I think that Ariana may just very well be the next Mariah, although no one can be Mariah Carey.
To date, Ariana has one album, and one awesome single called Problem. (which has been on repeat pretty much since I downloaded it a few weeks ago.) She's expected to release a new album later on in the year. In the meantime, enjoy some of my favorite songs by her;
Yours Truly (2013)-

• Honeymoon Avenue
• Baby I
• Right There
• The Way (featuring Mac Miller)
• Almost Is Never Enough (featuring Nathan Sikes) 
• Tattoed Heart 

Other Singles-

• Problem (featuring Iggy Azelia) 

He and She Saturday-Do You Wanna Go Out?

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That moment it seemed like I was locked under his prison, and held the key for release. His voice was like music to my already musical ears. His name felt like velvet against the root of my mouth, kind of like I was eating the world’s most richest chocolate. I was probably staring at him the way the animals stared at their prey, kind of like I was willing him to say more. I probably was also creeping him out. My mind went blank, and I just focused completely and totally on him.

“So”, he said, as he finally took the plunge and broke the awkward silence. It was probably too awkward for either of us to bear. “Have you played the flute for very long?”

I nodded. “Yup, since third grade,” I said, as I looked down at my tiny instrument. “How about you? Have you played the clarinet for very long?”

“Since I was five”, he said.

“Why the clarinet?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Because my mom wanted me to play the flute, but my dad thought that it was way too girly of an instrument. So, the clarinet was a compromise.”

“Was it?”

“Not really.”

“You don’t like to play the clarinet?” I asked. I was shocked, because he gave off the vibe as a clarinet expert.

“For a while, yes. I loved it. But, I can’t wait until high school is over so I can sell this thing and buy a car.”

I looked at him skeptically. “You really think that a clarinet would be worth the same as a car?”

He chuckled. “Yes. Well a used car, or a car that was driven very little by an old lady whose license has been removed, and she wants to get rid of her car for some pocket change. Probably for cab or bus fare.”

“Money for a car is pocket change?”

“To a rich old lady, yes.”

“Oh so now she’s rich?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you know that?”

“No.”

“I guess that I should be more specific in my examples then.”

“I guess you should be.”

Before our flirty banter could continue, our no-nonsense band director sauntered into the band room. Needless to say he stomped all over my chances of getting to know this all too perfect stranger.

For a couple of weeks, our flirty banters continued. And then, after band, I would play back each and every word spoken by the two of us to my best friend Daphne. During both of those, I wondered would he ask me out? But, he didn’t, which was the agony of almost every teenage girl who was in love with someone who probably was none the wiser.

One Friday after school, I saw him getting his clarinet out of his band locker for the weekend. Coming from geometry, my head was already topsy-turvy and I didn’t want to get into more confusion than I already was in.

“Hey Kitty Cat”, he said, smiling.

“Hey”, I said, trying to sound cool.

“Do you have a moment? I wanted to ask you something.”

My heart began to race, and I felt weird, tingly. There was nothing more nerve wrecking than having your crush say those worlds, because they could mean just about anything.

“Yeah sure”, I said, trying to sound even cool and chill than I did before. Now, it was more of an effort. My palms began to sweat. What could he possibly have to ask me, I wondered.

“I was wondering if you liked to go to the football game next week with me?” he asked.

“Sure”, I said, failing at hiding my smile. It’s always a good thing when your crush asks you if you want to hang out. Even when you have no idea what kind of hanging out session it’s going to be? Is it going to be as friends? Or is it a date? The choices were so broad. I tried to hide my excitement, and have it bottled up. But still, I felt like at any moment, I was going to explode.

“Cool”, he said. He too was grinning. “Do you like pizza?”

“Yes, I like pizza.”

“Good. Would you be down to get some after?”

“Sure”, I said.

“Great. Can I have your number?”

“Sure”, I said. Clearly, I couldn’t find any other words.

He pulled out a black iPhone, and I punched my number in.

“I’ll text you later so that way you can have mine”, he said.

I nodded. I tried not to smile too much or look too overeager. But I still wanted to show him that I was very much looking foreword to this date. It was a hard thing to try to muster both. Of course, I wanted to jump up and down. But that would be saved for later, when I met up with Daphne to relive the events that just happened.

“I’ll look foreword to receiving your text at some point”, I said. ‘God, I sound stupid’, I thought.

“I look foreword to texting you at some point”, he said, as he smiled even more than I did. He had really nice teeth-very white, shiny, and perfectly straight.

“Hey can I ask you something?” I asked. I had to do this quickly, before I lost all of my nerve.

“Is this going to be a date?” I asked. It was way too blunt and direct for it to be me.

“Well, let’s see. It’s Friday night, and I’m planning to wear lots of hair gel, smell really good, and wear something that will make you unable to stop thinking about me. I also am planning to pay for the pizza, in addition to the game tickets. Does this sound like a date to you? I think it does.”

I nodded, smiling. It’s always a good thing when your crush asks you out on a date. It was a pretty much safe bet that he liked you just as much or even more than you liked them.

“It’s a date”, I said.

He kissed my on my forehead. “I am looking foreword to having the privilege to going out on a date with you, Miss Cathleen O’Connor”.

“I am too”, I said, as I struggled to catch my breath.

He just grabbed his clarinet, and I just stood there, unable to move, but suddenly had the unsual desire to do a lot of cartwheels.

Society and the Single Girl-Titles

Sometimes, I feel like a freak of nature. At almost twenty, I have friends that are head over heels deep in relationships where they can see a future that's promising in the horizon. And I'm just sitting here, single, with no plans whatsoever on what I want to do with my life, and wondering if I am a freak of nature.
I'm going to say it right now, and get it over with. I'm not sure if I want to have the wedding, followed by the kids, and live in the white fenced world that's protected by expectations. I'm not offending people who do fall in this category, but it may not be for me. I'm not sure if I want to use the title 'mother', or even 'wife.' "Partner,' yes if I find someone that fits the role. 'Journalist,' hell yeah. I want to be treated as an equal, not the person who provides for her family by cooking. Being June Clever is something that I just don't want to do with my life. I rather be Carrie Bradshaw, who wanders around. I want to be inspiration to many, and I want to do that with or without a man to rule by my side. I feel like that because I don't have a romantic bone in my body, that I'm the enemy single person, that everyone either hates or pities.
Being single and perhaps not knowing if that lifestyle is what you want isn't something that you should be feeling sorry for. Many people often say that, and then are frowned upon. I have friends who just want that, and I think that's great. I don't know what my life is going to be. I sometimes even wonder if I'm too independent to be in a relationship in the first place. Whatever happened to pride? Whatever happened to the women wanting to become president, instead of housewives?
With some people, I believe that falling in love is a trap. A trap of all your pride, dreams, and dignity. I want to be that girl who does what she wants, and doesn't have to tell a man anything. I don't answer to nobody, and that's the way that it's going to be. I don't want to put someone ahead of me, because that's not the way it should be. I have friends, and they are going to be my friends whether or not I have someone in my life. I believe that some people take the dating thing a bit too far, and put their man on a pedestal. I sure as hell will never do that.
Does that make me a person that's the enemy? I put me first, but in all essence, that's about being single. Finding someone that makes you happy. Finding what makes you happy, and never settling for things that don't. At the end of the day, that's truly important, and I want to live my life where every moment of it, for the most part, I'm happy.
And that my friend, is a fact.

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Things I Love Thursday-Hamsa Necklace

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If you know me personally, you know that I wear a hamsa necklace pretty much everyday. I got one when I was a freshman in college, and I have worn it every since then. I own two now, (pictured above), in addition to a lot of necklaces.

Why do I wear the hamsa symbol?

I wear this symbol because it wards off evil vibes and spirits. The symbol is a palm shaped charm and is a sign of luck and protecttion against the evil eye. 

Many people often wonder where I got mine from. The first is from QVC. Unfornately, when I got it it was on clearance. However, there is a wide selection of them. The second is Dava, which is a local jewelry shop in my town. 

I highly reccomend this necklace, because it's a great symbol, it comes in many styles, and a little luck on your side will never hurt anyone!

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#inspirationmovement-Press Delete

Some people that we surround ourselves with sometimes can be toxic, and not good for us. They are the type of people that bring you down, and the type of people that make you question whether or not things are actually okay, when they really are.
Some people just suck, in plain English.
I believe that you have to surround yourself with people that make you happy. That make you feel good about yourself, instead of completely horrible about you're actions. I think that it sucks that some people just take out their negativity out on you, when you have nothing to do with it.
What I've been doing lately is putting limits on people who do make me feel good. I believe that you are who you surround yourself with, and I couldn't agree more. Therefore, when you surround yourself with people that make you feel good about yourself, then you do.
I am blessed to say that I hang out with some of the coolest people ever. Some of my closest friends include Elisia, Emma, Gabriel, and a few other ones I met in high school. I try to hang out with people who bring me up instead of down. If a person makes me feel uncomfortable, then I do in fact have the right to say 'I'm uncomfortable hanging out with this person, I don't want to be around them anymore.' And then, I limit the time that I spend with them. I have the power to do that, and no, I'm not a horrible person for feeling this way. I'm done with hanging out with people who make me feel bad about my ways, and I'm done with people who want me to be the version of me that they want me to be. I'm tired of being around people who make me feel negatively, or are just negative in general. I have that power to press delete, and so do you.
We often don't realize that we have to power to get rid of toxic relationships that we have. Whether they are platonic, or just love gone bad, we do in fact have the power to tell people to go away if we don't want them in our lives anymore. I rarely get upset about my relationships now, because the people that I hang out with make me feel good about myself, versus bad.
I feel like that's something that we all can take. Pressing delete can actually be a good thing. 

Make Love Louder

A few days ago, I was watching the 700 Club accidently. First of all, I was watching it because I was waiting to watch Gilmore Girls, but that's beside the point.

Anyways, there was a person talking about homosexuality, and so I listened. They then began to bash people who were, and told the caller not to enable her niece in that sort of behavior. Then, they proceeded to talk about how people tended to push people into believing that homosexuality is okay, when in their opinion it's not. 

Okay. 

Well, here's what I, a Catholic born and raised, have to say about that. Homosexual people were born to their sexual orientation. They did not by any means wake up one day and decide that they were gay. 

As an ally to the GLSEN community, I can honestly say that this is complete and total bullshit. Just because a man loves a man insead of a woman, doesn't mean that they suddenly have a lesser part in this world if they were heterosexual. It makes me upset that such people still exist in this world, and although I wish I can tell these people where to go, I do realize that I have to respect what they were saying. 

People who are gay are not by any means sinners. They are the same brand of humanity as all of us. They love, they cry when they are hurt, and they want to be happy. They have to go through enough bullshit, and have to deal with people like that. Homosexuals have to go through enough, which is why they tend to be more depressed then heterosexuals. Why do we have to make them feel ashamed about it, when they are just being who they really are?

As an ally, I am offended by the coined term of pushy. Let me tell you something. Why shouldn't I be pushy about the equality of everyone? Everyone deserves the rights to be able to get married, if he, they or she chooses. Everyone deserves the rights to marry who they choose, and everyone deserves  to walk the streets of this earth without the side dish of shame. 

I can see why people are more reserved to be more supportive of the GLSEN network. I respect your views, but I honestly don't agree with them. People say hateful, hurtful things about the people in the community, as well as the allies. I wish that I can make the hate louder than the love, but I can't. All I can do is support my friend who is a gender-queer person, and just wish that they had an easier time in this world. 

This is something that won't go away simply by ignoring it. It's something that I think we all need to learn about. Education, as well as stubborness, is a huge factor of bigotry. I hope that we can one day look at the day of closeted homosexuality, in addition to reservations about being homosexual and supporting those who are. 

We still have a long way to go, and we still need to make love louder than the hate. We need to get out every rainbow Sharpie, and we need to realize make it louder than the black ones. We have to make love louder.

Music Monday-Summertime Playlist

Ah, yes it's summertime. Or close to it. In the summer, there's nothing better than listening to a super awesome song while you're driving, or just chilling on the beach. Every year, there's a song that we're obsessed with. Last year, it was blurred lines. This year, who knows? All I know is that every summer needs to have a soundtrack. Here's some of my favorite summertime hits.

1. Ride by Lana Del Rey
2. Teenage Dream by Katy Perry
3. Kids In Love by Mayday Parade
4. West Coast by Lana Del Rey 
5. Drunk on You by Luke Bryan 
6. Made in the USA by Demi Lovato
7. Summer Nights by Rascal Flatts
8. The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls
9. Some Nights by fun. 
10. Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey
11. Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard 
12. Thunder by Boys Like Girls
13. We Can't Stop by Miley Cryus 
14. Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey 
15. Problem (Featuring Iggy Azelia) by Ariana Grande

What are your 'soundtracks' to your summer? Comment below!

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She and He Saturday-The Moment I Fell In Love.

The following story is completely fictional. Any relation to actual events, people, and things is completely and utterly cocindental. 

The Moment That I Fell In Love;

Sometimes, when you meet the one you just know. It’s like when you find the perfect pair of jeans. It’s like someone said, ‘these are made just for you.’ Similar to the person being made just for you. It’s cheesy, and crazy but it is true. We can’t help but believe the cliché aspects of life, because they are true.

I was a skeptic, and I was a fool. However, I didn’t realize how beautiful love could be.

This is my story.  My story of how I met the one.

Two and a half years earlier-

            Let me take you back to a time of my life when I wasn’t the most attractive person in high school. I was a band nerd, who knew more about playing the flute than I did actually communicating with people. This was a rough time, but it’s okay because we all get through those rough times as teenagers, and laugh at them when they reappear for Throwback Thursday. However, deep inside we want to cringe when they appear on our newsfeed.

            Anyways, it happened on the first day of band class. It was actually the third day of school, but the band director always gave us a few days to dust off our instruments, and bring them back to school. Or file them in the witness protection program, because they seemed to have disappeared. People going to hell and back to discover where in the closet their flute is.  People trying to explain to their parents that they would rather be in art class than take another year of the saxophone.

            I was connecting my head joint to my body piece when I saw him. He looked like James Dean, only in a nerd’s outfit. He wore a bright fire engine red polo shirt, and khaki shorts. His eyes were a piercing blue, so electrifying that if I got too close I might have to go in the emergency room for electric shock treatment. He wore thick hipster-style glasses, and was wearing brand new black Converse sneakers. He was the typical geek, but something was drawing me to him like a magnet. It was like when you found that perfect pair of shoes on sale, and they were exactly what you were looking for, only better. It was like they were waiting for you to come and get them, kind of like that it was meant to be.

            I was secretly willing him to come closer, so that way we can talk, and I won’t be the creepy girl who likes him from afar. Please sit next to me I willed secretly. If all of the things in the world that I wanted to come true, it would be that he would come to the chair next to me.

            And sure enough he did. Something inside me wanted to perform more cartwheels than the cheerleading team did. Now, I only wished that I had the courage to say hello.

            He played the clarinet. He looked like a doe, innocent. He did seem to have more knowledge about the instrument than the person who invented it. I wondered if he could feel the weight of my eyes, which were studying him more than I did for my PSATS. I was studying the way that his perfect chestnut hair fell into those blue eyes. I was studying the way that he put the instrument with extreme precision. But most of all, I was sending him telepathetic messages for him to talk to me. He was too engrossed into his instrument for him to even know that there was a person sitting right next to him.

            He came up for air a few moments later.

            “Hi,” he said. “My name’s Andrew. What’s yours?”

            “Cat. Which is short for Cathleen.”

            “Nice to meet you, Cat.”

            And that my friends, was the moment that I fell in love.
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