No. I do not want to date you. I don't want to go on a date out to dinner with you. You are a very nice guy, but regardless of how nice or interesting you may be there's not even a glimpse of a chance that I'll ever date any guy on the track team here. That just doesn't work for me, because I've seen way too many people on this track team date each other and then it all falls apart and it just gets really awkward during practices, meets, etc. And, there's something offsetting when it comes to dating someone on the track team. It's never, ever appealed to me.
Gah.
I swear, I'm just going to go out one of these days and buy a somewhat fancyish-looking ring and start wearing it on my left ring finger just to try to get guys to leave me alone.
ANYWAYS. We're doing self-portraits in painting, which will eventually lead into a project where we'll be doing these crazy narrative self-portraits, so that'll be fun and interesting to see how it'll turn out, especially with the amount of craziness I have going on with my schedule. This one still is a bit of a work in progress, as there's a few things I want to fix with the eyes, nose, and shading. And the lighting in my room when I took the photo of it doesn't really show the amount of colour I'm trying to pack into this. It makes me kind of happy that I've gotten that much colour in it so far....
(and 202 days until BrickFair!!)
Edit: Oh jeez, he just texted me "Sweet dreams Maddison!! Nighty night!!"
Someone please shoot me. Now. I really don't want to deal with this at all. Why did I ever think it wise to give him my number?
Because you're 19 and he seemed nice at the time.-FN
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