ASK MISSBEHAVE
September 10th, 2008 by admin
Dear Missbehave, I have had a “crush” on this amazing guy since the seventh grade. It was one of those things where you see the person and you just know that you two are perfect for each other. Now we are both in high school, the same school, and I still have this “crush” on him. He’s like the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me since hello kitty: he’s smart, funny, cute, artistic, likeable, and perfect. He has this really cute sense of style were he rocks fresh Nike Dunks and straight leg jeans and tees with AA sweat shirts. Sadly, every time I try to flirt with him he turns around with some ugly ass chick on his arm. I’m standing there like dayum, I know I’m more attractive than she is and HE-LL-O we are perfect for each other! So now we are just talking and sometimes it’s hard to talk to him because he is just so amazing I just want to like jump on him and just kiss him all over, even if that does sound a bit weird. I don’t know what to do: do I just go up and ask him out or just keep secretly being in love with him and NEVER be able to have him? I just wish I could grow the balls to do so. 
high school? really?
You just answered your own question at the end of your post. You already know what to do.
BTW…Nothing/no one is greater than all mighty hello kitty.
um. i don’t speak English.
correction… no one is greater than the all mighty hello kitty.
No more wasting time!! Stop him in the hall and ask him to meet you in the boiler room during geometry. You will start to make out with him during ever geometry class and start to fail. No worries he will break your heart at the Buffalo Tom show by not talking to you and your friends will have your back. Tehn you’ll be sulking in the bathroom and some genius girl will teach you geometry in 45 minutes so you can pass your test. Bell rings, a girl you used to be friends with rushes in to tell you the exam is postponed b/c the copier is broken! Relieved you walk out and there standing in the hall is your very own Jordan Catalano. Eyes meet, he realizes he was a fool, he walks toward you, grabs your hand and you walk off to the boiler room together. oooops thats my favorite episode of my so called life. So sorry. Anyway talk to the guy lay it out on the table that you like him and see what happens.
Ah, this brings back memories! I used to LOVE one of my friends. Same scenario. I was honest about my feelings, and even got a few kissies one time. But he just saw me as his ‘friend’. The dutiful rake. aaah. We’re still besties to this day, even though he’s moved to Japan to be a translator…and thinks he’s Japanese.
Anyway, bite the bullet. He may knock you back, but at least you’ll know. Being strung along is the worst!
Oh, and i don’t mean anything by the Japanese thing. Its just that he’s a fly white boy from the Melbourne suburbs.