I like to create random situations in my head. Most of them involve meeting cute boys in line for Jamba Juice. They normally go a little something like this:
Cute Boy- Wow, there are so many to pick from, it's so hard!
Me- Yeah, I know! What's your favorite?
Cute Boy- I like (insert favorite smoothie here).
Me- That sounds good! I like Mango A-go-go.
Cute Boy- Yum! How about this, we order eachother's favorites and then if we don't like them we can just switch!
Me- Sounds good! I'm Kai, by the way, what's your name?
Cute Boy- (Insert boy name here.)
And blah blah blah, we get married and live happily ever after.
Yeah, pretty unrealistic situations. Or so I thought until today.
Today, I was standing in line at Jamba Juice when all of a sudden, a cute boy comes up behind me in line.
Cute Boy- Wow, there are so many to pick from, it's so hard!
Me- Yeah, I know! It is really hard to pick one.
Cute Boy- I usually just go back to my favorite. Carribean Passion every time.
Me- I like that or Mango A-Go-Go.
Cute Boy- Those are the good ones.
Me- Maybe I'll try (smoothie I forgot the name of).
Cute Boy- I tried that. I don't like it. It's too sweet.
Me- Oh, maybe I will try Orange A-Peel. You can't go wrong with orange, strawberry, and banana.
(After we order our smoothies)
Cute Boy- So you went with the Orange one?
Me- Yup, what about you?
Cute Boy- I got Berry Banana (or whatever...).
Me- Cool, that sounds good.
(Some time passes where we say nothing.)
Jamba Juice Worker- Kay! Kay your smoothie!
Me- (grabs my smoothie) They always say my name wrong. It's Kai, but they say Kay.
Cute Boy- Yeah, my name is (couldn't understand what he said) but they always say (couldn't understand what he said). Well have a good day!
Me- Thanks! You too! (Walks away.)
WHAT THE HECK?!?!?!? Why didn't I ask him his name earlier and keep up the conversation? What if I missed my chance with my soul mate? What if I was supposed to talk to him, but since I didn't, I am going to be punished with a life full of loneliness?
So, Cute Jamba Juice Boy, I hope I see you again. Maybe I will actually have the courage to talk to you about more than just smoothies. Maybe we can have Jamba Juice cater our wedding.... Ok that sounds a little creepy.
Ok, a lot creepy.
But I am kinda a creepy girl.
Oh, and I found out this weekend that I am a huge scaredy pants. My friends and I went to a Haunted Forest. It was my first Haunted anything (unless you count the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland...) and let's just say, it was a very fun but flipping scary experience. But, I only cried once during the whole thing! (Yes, that is a huge accomplishment.) It was during the part with the guy chasing us with a chainsaw. How stereotypical. I think it would be much better if there was a guy with a jackhammer or nail gun or something. Yeah, that would be better.
I love you so so much!
ReplyDeleteNail gun. Now THAT is scary.
ReplyDeleteFirst time I ever really hit somebody was in a spook alley. Like you, I was a BYU freshman, and I went with friends to the haunted house they do at the state mental hospital. It was pretty scary, and while we were going through one of the spooks grabbed me and held onto me, separating me from my group. I wrestled myself loose and then I socked him in the gut as hard as I could! Pure mindless self-preservation adrenaline, baby. I found out that day I could defend myself. Felt kinda bad about it later, but c'mon! The spooks aren't ever supposed to grab you, especially not in the dark at the state mental hospital.
As for the boy, if he'd had an Australian accent, I might concede that you missed your soulmate, but as it is, I think it was just a dry run for the real juicy thing. xoxo