A Minor Issue

Yes, and the “Minor” issue has to do with the crush.. Mike Minor

Someone left a note asking about what happened at the party. Well, he showed up. He kept mostly to the back of the apartment where everyone was smoking up in Matt’s room. I went in there occassionally, trying to seem nonchalant and carefree. At one point, Mike and I had both lit a cigarette, and then everyone else left. It was just the two of us in Matt’s room, chatting. It was nice. But, that was the extent of the party. Didn’t stop an old friend of mine, Bret, from trying to get down my pants the rest of the night. He crashed in my bed that night, me under the covers, him on top of them. And one point, he tried to make me grab him, and I just rolled over. The party, all in all, was successful.

Now… the issue at hand. Mike Minor yesterday was just being so freaking CUTE! We were third grade flirting. He had taken a comic from the newspaper, one that did not have conversational bubbles, and wrote in his own, “I hate Liz.” Cute, real cute… next thing you know, he’ll be pulling my hair and telling the teacher on me. The rest of the day, we talked, joked, laughed, and I just started liking him all the more. Towards the end of the night, I told him I was going to go out and smoke. He followed me. I asked him what he was up to after work. He told me he was going to go home and crash… he had a late night the night before… he did something he told himself he would never do again… it begins with a “C” and ends with a “ocaine”.

He started telling me how he had a problem, back in high school, using crystal meth and cocaine. I let him talk. He said he hates doing cocaine, but when he’s pressured into it, he’ll do it. He regretted it- he said he doesn’t like how it makes him feel nor how he acts while he is on it. I let him finish before I told him that was how my sister died. He apologized, and said he didn’t know what to say. I told him it was no big deal, but in the back of my head, I started contemplating the “what if’s”…

“What if” we ended up together, and one night we were hanging out, and a friend of his came over and had it out in front of him… would he do it?”

“What if” he kept doing it, and I couldn’t stop him until it was too late?

Just… “what if”? I am not saying we are anywhere near dating, but now I am not so sure I would date him considering these new found facts. I just… LIKE him SO MUCH! He makes me laugh almost as much as my Mikey does, and that’s near to impossible to achieve. I really don’t know what to do. He says it’s in the past, but we shall see.

So, Lauren, a girl I work with, has been DYING to tell him I like him. We came up with a plan. She isn’t going to tell him I like him, merely “suggest” that I “may” like him, and see how he reacts. She is probably doing that as I type. I work tonight, and shall see her in passing and find out what Mike Minor had to say. If he’s interested, it’s a bonus. If he’s not, I can play it off that it is just how I act around all guys. Hey, I did just graduate with a degree in acting… it shouldn’t be too hard to act like it doesn’t matter.

Alright, there is my story for now. I have a busy week of work and working out ahead of me (My sister and Mikey both said it seems I have lost a little weight already, weehoo!) I plan on being semi-foxy by the time I go to Florida with Mike in May. YIPPEE! I can’t wait. Alright, I’m off to get ready for work. Wish me luck with the boy.