Guesting it up: Boys and Girls

I am very bad with boys. This is the easiest way to say it. I have plenty of guy friends, but I do not know how to handle boys. Also most boys, spesh the ones who are my age, don’t go for me. My big sis/Dr. Phil once told me this was because I “intimidated” them. That apparently, I am so “pretty”, and “sophisticated” that some boys are scared to approach me. Fuck that. I’m pretty much the most un-intimidating person ever. I’m like 5’4, pale, skinny, and quite frequently look like a member of the living dead. My friends used to ask me if the heroin chic look I had going on was intentional or just genetics. I mean sure I talk a lot, (yesterday I lost my voice for two minutes. It was the most terrifying two minutes of my entire life) but just compliment me on my clothes and you’re pretty much my new best friend.

This whole thing was really brought home to me last night when I attended this meetup with my future college classmates. Now, I have no problem talking to boys. I just have a problem differentiating when a boy actually likes me, and what I do from there. For example, my friend and I were roaming around outside Whole Foods, discussing something amazingly funny and I notice a cute boy next to us. He’s probably about my age, and has a sa-weet tattoo on his wrist. Kay, whatevs, boys like this never like me, we keep walking. 3 minutes later this boy approaches me to ask if I’ve ever been to LaGuardia (the NYC high school, not the airport), cause he says I look really familiar. I say I haven’t, than we talk for a hot sec and I leave. My friend and I continue walking, at which point J. asks me why I didn’t give my number to him or something. (Um, cause he could be a total psycho, duh!) Ok so, like how am I supposed to react in situations like this? For real, I honestly have no idea. Christ, I hate dealing with boys when they decide to be all aloof and quiet. So far my most successful boyfriends have all been on the extremely loud/direct side. Ugh, I am so freaking bad with boys.

However, happily enough, the American Apparel skirt I wore to this event (go on my blog to read more) is magic. Never before in my life have I received so much attention from relatively normal boys (oh yeah did I mention that the only dudes who like me are usually batshit crazy?) I’m never taking it off. When it gets gross and old I’ll just go buy a new one, that is how much I love it.

Kay. I’m tired and depressed now. I’m gonna go watch some old Freaks and Geeks episodes to cheer myself up.

Peace,
Valentina a.k.a. Little Miss Savage Sunshine