tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-7094142845255054372007-10-11T13:56:00.000-06:002007-10-11T11:02:58.351-06:002007-10-11T11:02:58.351-06:00<div>So my stalker is now my boyfriend... I think. Even though I'm sure he stole my toe, I still tried to tell him that I was normal. He responded by calling me Lizard Girl in front of the entire class. That was <em>awful</em>. I left the class room, fully intending to jump off the side of the building for shock value. See how smart he felt then.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>And then he came running out like he didn't know what he did. So I turned on the tears and tried the guilt trip. It works on Daddy.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>He told me to shut up, like the hero does in some cliche teen movie. And you know what? I LOVE teen movies. And when you look at him, he kinda looks like a pretty boy hero.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>And he can FLY! Like bio-dad. I always dreamed that we would have a bio-father daughter moment where he took me into the air. Since that never happened, and probably won't seeing as I don't think drinking and flying is a great idea, I can live that experience through my boyfriend. That's not like, weird or anything is it?</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>And so I let him kiss me. But you know what really got me? He tasted like waffles. And not just any waffles, the waffles of my hometown. Burnt Toast Diner waffles! I figured I could stick around if there was a chance that he could make some for me. A guy who can cook is really hot.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>So I guess we're together now. I figure if he doesn't come up with the waffles or if he tries anything too weird I can always crash his car into a building or something.</div>Claire Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15834418546079192977noreply@blogger.com2