Entrapment

I'm not one that ever really takes notice when a girl likes me. This is, in part, because it happens so rarely that I'm never quite prepared for it. Also, I'm never sure how to deal with it when the issue does arise. Actually, and more to the point, it's almost always the women that I have almost no interest in that are interested in me, which is a shame for everyone involved. I've been told that I might have set my standards a little too high, which could very possibly be true, but, then again, do I really want to be the kind of guy that just settles for anyone?

Painted Windows

There are a lot of times that the women in my life can force me to do things that I don't want to do, and there are other times that I'm just completely unwilling to give in to their whims. This event was a result of...neither of those things. Instead, this was a weekend brought on by spite. Normally, when I find myself suffering from an absolute hatred of someone, I do everything in my power to stay away from said person...until they push me too far, after which I spend all of my waking hours ensuring that their life is as terrible as mine. Because I'm not at all a bad person or anything.

Screw Friends, I'mma Get Some!

I think we've all been in a situation where one of our close friends becomes involved in a romantic relationship, and, seemingly overnight, we find ourselves asking why they stopped calling. There's a balance that has to be made between your friendships and your romances that a lot of people just don't seem able to make, but there's never a time that you should choose one over the other. Remember: it's never appropriate to abandon a friend for a date.

Hold My Hand

Jill was an extremely independent person by nature, and asking anyone for help was always her last resort. When she came to me asking for support, I didn't hesitate to say yes, and, even though I still don't quite understand why she was so scared to go through with it, I was there for her when she felt she needed someone. In all honesty, I feel slightly honoured that I was the one she chose to see her at her most helpless.

I Destroy Happiness

Sometimes I let myself get talked into things that I'm really not interested in doing, but never by a man. I guess it's possible that I just don't have any guy-friends that want to spend time with me, or, even less likely, that I'm just such hot-stuff that all the ladies want to get some face-time, but...women can just manipulate me any way they please. And then there are times that I'm actually able to say no to a woman that's asking me for something. This is one of the times that I said no, and then changed my mind to suit, not a matter of the heart, but a game of spite.

Celebrating VD

Every year my friend Rachel would set up some sort of gathering so that we would all come together and celebrate Valentine's Day. I think that it started out as an anti-Valentine's dinner, for those of us that were single, but, as the years drew on, everyone started coupling up, and the 'anti' was dropped from the title. As the couples grew ever-more gropey, I decided that it would be best to shorten the title to VD, as it seemed apt. And then those damn scientists went and changed the D to an I, so it doesn't make sense anymore, but, at the time, there was still VD. This has gone off on a tangent, hasn't it?

Bumbly-Wumbly

Growing up, my family always had pets, whether they were cats, of which we had seven that I can remember, dogs, of which we had two, or fish, all of which I apparently killed. But there was a period of years, between our first dog and our second, during which my father was quite insistent that we not have a dog. This didn't sit well with my sister, because having a dog was basically the only thing that she wanted out of childhood.

Oblivious as Ever

I've never been good at recognizing when someone is interested in me, and even when they're openly flirting, and everyone else can tell that I'm being hit on, I remain as oblivious as ever. When there's already a foundation of friendship to the relationship, it becomes even more difficult for me notice that anyone's interested in me, because we'll generally have a fairly flirty way of conducting ourselves around each other anyway, so...these chicks really need to just come out and say it already.

Anything For a Blonde

I have proven myself to be a very obstinate person, to the point that, even after someone's convinced me that I'm wrong or that I should participate in whatever they've been trying to get me into, I will continue on with my refusal out of my sheer unwillingness to admit that I might not have been completely right. But now matter how pig-headed I can be, there's always one thing that's able to break through my idiocy and make me give in: a magnificent mane of blonde hair.

I Can See Why She Hates Me

As I'm sure you all remember, Amber really, really disliked me as a person. But this takes place before she learned to hate me so violently, back to the day that she and I met. It was a lovely late-winter afternoon, and she and I were both attending the birthday party of our mutual friend Jill. It involved skating, a game of tag, and a misuse of crutches.

The Pity Friend

Elementary school was a strange mixture of popularity for me, as I was never really considered one of the cool group, but I had a lot of friends for a good long while. It was around the third grade that a lot of people started to shun me, but I never really cared that much until grade four, when Isabelle, one of my closest friends and first crushes, would end up ditching me.

An Apple a Day

They say that when a boy is being mean to a girl, it's because he likes her. I don't think that this is necessarily true in all cases, but I can understand some people confusing teasing for flirting when they're trying to gain the affections of someone in particular. This would lead me to believe that the same is true in some cases of girls teasing boys.

Youthful Delusions

Looking back on my childhood, I would describe myself, in those years, as socially-retarded. Not only was I pale and unathletic, which I still am, but I had glasses the size binoculars and a mane of long red hair that made me look somewhat akin to Pippy Longstocking. This was not a good look for any prepubescent boy, but at the time I thought that I was an amazing catch. My delusion was to the point where I would stop to check my reflection in the mirror and think "damn, I look good!"