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Last night was the pinnacle to a long list of reasons why I should never, ever bring boys over to my house.

Thank goodness My Big Move is occurring in a week, otherwise I'd be doomed to be single and lonely for, like, ever.

So, really, it began almost two years ago when I got an inconvenient crush on a boy. I had a boyfriend at the time, so I could not do anything about my crush, clearly. Said boyfriend and I traveled abroad the next semester to London, then called it quits at the end of our four months in the UK. The whole time, I'd been thinking of that boycrush back home, so I was looking forward to returning to see what came of it. Unfortunately, he'd acquired a girl of his own while I was gone. For the rest of the next school year, I pined silently and over analyzed every word that came out of his mouth. Was he roped into an unhappy relationship when he really wanted to be with me all along? I was, perhaps, slightly obsessed. Then, happy day, they broke up. Then school ended and it was time for us to all graduate. I figured that this was my moment - this was my time to finally fess up to my feelings, since there was nothing standing in the way. I wrote him a letter, sent it to his house, the received a message on Facebook saying that he didn't want to ruin our friendship and, if we hadn't been friends for so long, things may have been different. I was crushed and frustrated, since I'd spent so long uselessly pining.

Now, summer has passed and I've had a fling here and there, which has been fine. But, I've also been talking a lot with said boy and we've really opened up to each other. A part of me was beginning to hope again! Also, every time I've seen him in the last two months, he has been very flirtatious. Hope, hope indeed. Then, last weekend, he called me and said he desperately needed my help to go shopping. He couldn't do it alone because he just wasn't sure to tell how things fit. Boys are just incapable like that.

Last night, we went and it was fine. Flirtation continued. Pondered trying on a sexy dress for "his opinion", but unshaven legs and a terrible farm tan (dark, dark face and arms - white legs and back) deterred me.

On the ride home, I invited him to come in for dinner, since my mom had been bragging about some waffles she'd been planning on making. Waffles it was, and they were, indeed, delicious. After dinner, we were sitting around the table talking and I decided to tell my mom that she should stop buying this weird yogurt that has fiber in it because it gives me the bloat and perhaps a bit of the runs. I said it in more polite and subtle words; perhaps just "Because it makes my stomach feel gross"

Then, crazy mother decides to look said boycrush in the eye, all serious like, and declare:

"Yea, Julia had a major blowout this morning."

Cue me shielding my face from the horrible world and my mom making it worse and worse by saying "Just kidding, it's not true. *pause, pause, pause* Ok, it is true." Then laughing hysterically for like 20 minutes while I laughed a little too, to play along, but turned a million shades of red. Boycrush laughed a bit as well, but I honestly don't know how much, since I was having a secret mental breakdown due to shame.

Last night, the boycrush was not online at all. Did not get to broach the subject and apologize. Today, he was on - and I sent a little message, trying to keep the tone light and humorous - "Oh, sorry about last night. Don't worry, I scolded my mom with beatings and verbal abuse." Then the boycrush immediately logged off after I sent it. Upon further investigation, I have discovered that he was just "invisible" - you can tell when people do that fake log off on aim, because if you click on their screen name, their profile still shows up.

Complete avoidance. Hope obliterated. Mother in the daughter dog house. I cannot wait to move.


PS: I am not exaggerating in my conclusion that my mom has caused radio silence. In January, I brought a date home and crazy mother decided to pounce on him and demand that he see pictures of this skunk that she accidentally caught in a trap because she'd been trying to catch a ground hog instead. That particular gentleman never called me back after that. He probably figured craziness runs in the family and he had better not get started with me.

I promise you, craziness like this is not hereditary. It's fucking terrible on the victimized daughter's lovelife though
(juliajuliajulia, Thu 28 Aug 2008, 19:47, 3 replies)

Your Mum's cool.
I read your profile. The punishment so fits the crime :)

Have you spoiled one of her friendships at any point?
( Occulus Swallowed, instead of spat, on, Thu 28 Aug 2008, 20:50, closed)

I dont get that
Im a bloke and no family/friend crazyness would have any bearing on what I thought about the girl.

I agree, she sounds like a larf!
(Lexachu A buh? no, not a buh, a bomb!, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 13:18, closed)

I like crazy...
Sane people are just, so boring! A little crazy never hurt noone... unless you count the victims of mad axe weilding midgets!

Afterreading one of your other posts about an embarrassing moment at work im wondering if you ma have a flatchulance issue! :P (2Just Kidden*pause*pause*pause*)

I'm sorry things with Boycrush are going so poorly. I hope things pick up well. If you want to compare relationship mishaps PM me... I've got loads with my mother embarrassing me!
(tammybear1985, Sun 31 Aug 2008, 22:47, closed)