Please help me! I’m drowning over here…

Let’s start with an analogy. Boys are a pool of awkwardness for me, and I’m that girl over in the corner of the deep end of the pool drowning. You think I’m being overly dramatic, but I’m really not. You’re probably thinking to yourself, “Isabella, you sound like you are overreacting. You really do.” Trust me. I am NOT overreacting.

By now you’re probably thinking, “What’d you do that was so terrible?” Well, I spoke of the unspeakable around the guy I like. Yeah, I told him I was on my period. Yup, I did. What inspired me to talk to him about my period? Hormones did. Those pesky bugs that make you think, feel, and say things that you would rather not think, feel, and/or say.

Here, I’ll start at the beginning. I walked into my Algebra II class in my lazy day jeans and big, oversized pink sweatshirt. I was talking to my best friend about how I didn’t feel well and how I really don’t like Algebra II. Then, the guy I like walked in. Five feet ten inches of pure amazing cuteness and niceness that makes me wobble at the knees. I took a seat at my desk and he came and sat on my desk and started to talk to me about linear programming. Doesn’t linear programming just make you go weak at the knees? I know I go weak at the knees when he talks to me about linear programming. Well, I got nervous and told him I had to throw away a piece of paper. So, I got up and threw the paper away. I came back, and he was still there. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there at my desk, and he then got up and hugged me around my waist. You’re thinking, “Great! He hugged you.” Well, the hug started to get painful because of the cramps. I then proceeded to carry on this conversation:

*We will call him Jordan for my sake

 

Me: Oww! This hug is painful.

Jordan: Oh, I’m sorry.

*what I should have said*

Me: Oh, it’s fine. I’m just not feeling well. I mean, if you can’t already tell from my lazy day outfit… (I usually almost always wear a dress or skirt and look very put together)

*What I really said*

Me: Oh, it’s fine. I’m just on my period right now. I’ve got pretty bad cramps today

Jordan: …

Jordan: …

Jordan: …

Jordan: … I better go to my desk…

 

He then proceeded to sit in his desk. You’re thinking, “Well, at least he’s not by you, so you can suffer from embarrassment from a far ways away.”  Well, his desk is right in front of mine. And we’re partners in Algebra II, and that day we were partnering up for class. We just sat there awkwardly not able to talk about anything. It was terrible. Why would I say that I was on my period? I don’t understand.

Well, there you go. This is the first official boy post of many. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you find my pain somewhat funny.

p.s. I wrote this at midnight again. Please excuse all spelling and grammar mistakes. Next time I’ll try to write during the day when the sun is actually out.

 

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