A toast to...

I found out late last night that the boy my best friend is in love with (aka she sees him everyday in economics and they exchange glances before parting each other's presence) is the boy I am also in love with.

Let me explain.

In the abyss of freezing January I stopped at the Campus Hub to grab a slice of bread to tide me over for 3 more classes. As I scurried towards the door and back out into the freezing cold, my eye was caught by a tall, dark, handsome, (stereotypical but oh-so-beautiful), guy looking in my direction. He was wearing a black pea coat, amazing jeans that fit perfectly and great shoes (See blog posting "Gems of Thought" to get why that is priority), a scarf tied perfectly tucking into his coat collar, and a rather intriguing crooked smile. I smiled back and, being my shy self, pointed my glance back to the ground knowing there was not a chance in a million years. "I like your scarf", the beautiful boy called out to me. My scarf was really cute (Thank you Anthropologie), so he had to be talking to me. I looked up. He was! By the way he was standing and looking I knew he didn't just want a drive-by conversation. He was interested. To shorten a 5-minute-long story, we talked for about that long, finding out eachothers backgrounds and majors. After our breif encounter and finding out he was from DC and was studying Graphic Design - two major turn ons, in my eyes - HE gave ME his number. I thought for sure this was a sign of desperado (A reckless, furious man; a person urged by furious passions, and regardless of consequence; a wild ruffian. According to dictionary.com)... He wanted my bod! And not only that, but I wanted his too. I was in love. A match made in heaven.

Over exaggeration runs in my family, thanks to my mother. So of course I was mostly wrong. Poor little old me, scraping up all of my courage to telephone my true love, called with no answer. I left a message. He called back, I didn't answer, he left a message. I called him back, no answer. I was starting to sense a pattern. So I gave up. That worthless little beautiful graphic designer freak snubbed me. And he snubbed me good.

And that was the last of him.

The story continues... 3 months later...

"Hayley, I have a crush on a boy in my Economics class!!" A common phrase I have heard at least 10 times this semester, so this was no new news coming from my best friend. Similarly twitterpated phrases were repeated about the same boy over and over for weeks. I thought nothing of it. Desperately wanting to prove to me that this boy really was worth mentioning, my friend and I looked him up on Facebook. The first few pictures looked familiar.

Then it hit me. It was him. The snubber.

I laughed myself silly until she begged me to tell her the spur of my histeria. She couldn't believe her ears. I feel bad that I basically crushed her crush... but, what are friends for?

Then we both solemnly testified to eachother of our disgust in [the majority of] boys.

A toast To the boy who swooned us both, if you read this or are out there somewhere, may you always keep swooning and for every swoon, a deprival. Someday you will realize you let gold slip through your fingers.