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?

Hung Up on You

I have a long history of talking on the phone for inappropriate amounts of time. It's not that I would ever pick up the phone and make the call myself, because interaction over the phone just doesn't appeal to me, but when a girl gets me talking on the phone, she's unlikely ever to get me to shut up. This became an issue for my parents when I entered high school, because the battery in their phone was often dead due to my extended conversations. And this is the story of when that conversation went on just long enough to force my parents to get me my own phone line.

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.

Rumor Has It

Long before I was pulled out of school for two months because I had mono, and before I rejected her advances when she threw herself at me, Liz and I were the talk of the school. Well, we were the talk of the graduating class for our first year of high school, but, unfortunately, neither of us knew until it was too late.

The Germophobe Defense

To say that I was awkward in high school would be a severe understatement. I was the king of the inelegant moment. If there was a wrong thing to say, it would be me that said it, and if there was a wrong thing to do, you could count on me to have done it twice already. What did I do when one of my friends decided she wanted more and leaned in for the kiss? I scampered away, of course. As so blunderingly one does.

Explain Yourself

Entering into high school was a big step for me, in part because I was in the last leg of lower education, but mostly because I was transferring to a new school where I didn't know anyone. I ended up falling into quite a large group of people, became good friends with some of them, bitter enemies of others, and either ignored by, or romantically entangled with, everyone else.