Roses are red, Violets are blue, Vodka is cheaper
than dinner for two.
Girl friends are all we need.
Though a boyfriend wouldn't kill anyone.
The trials and tribulations of college females in the unsightly world of dating.
This weekend had many expectations. Were my hopes up? Yes. Was I pleased with the end result of the weekend? Eh.
Saturday started off relatively miserably due to a final I had to take. Afterwards was spent watching Band of Brothers with Mulan, Esmeralda, one of our best guy friends. Five people crammed onto a little twin bed. I don’t think I have ever sweat so much in the span of sixty minutes. Later that afternoon I went out to dinner with friends for one of their birthdays with the notion that I would spend the night with Dean, considering he told me he planned on seeing me. Birthday dinner was a lot of fun until we had to leave in a rush to catch a bus. Back in our apartment, we all hung out and had some drinks. Then off we all went to the bar to continue the birthday extravaganza. Free drinks here, free drinks there.
Where was Dean you might ask? Taking care of his sick grandmother, therefore he couldn’t go out. Cue the “Aww’s” to him caring for his grandmother. Not gonna lie, I literally went “Aww” in my head when he told me. At that point the random ass flood of family related photos filled my mind. And the slight nightmare/dream, that I had a previous night, of having eight of his children clouded my brain and I partially freaked out but composed myself. When I proceeded to tell my friends about him taking care of his grandma, they too went “Aww.” Then the deluge of little half him, half me babies appeared to run around my legs. No lie they are fucking cute ass babies, but that’s besides the point.
It was the moment that I was about to leave the bar that he told me that information. My mood was partly killed but I didn’t let that ruin the rest of my night. Birthday girl and a few of our other friends decided on going to a frat. To the frat we went, then once that got old, which was pretty fast, we made our way to a friend’s guy’s apartment. Super Smash Brothers filled the remainder of the night until we eventually went back to the apartment. That was about it, oh what fun it was.
~ Jasmine *~
I’m a recent edition to this gang of princesses, but have no less boy-related excitement than the rest. At least, it seems that way. Sadly, it’s the end of the year and there isn’t much I can do about it now. Guess I should elaborate.
Can I have a drum roll please, for bachelor numero uno: Tall, muscular, but not too jacked (ew), blond/brown hair, light brown eyes that look into your own instead of your boobs. Intelligent, loves philosophy, history/sci-fi geek (trekkie), nice, friendly, & now thanks to me, a knitter. Let’s call him Athos. Here’s the problem: he’s graduating. And going to grad school in Belgium. Despite the many times we’ve hung out at Philosophy club, Knitting Club, & now grabbing lunch with professors, he still hasn’t made his intentions clear. He keeps on saying we should hang out, but it’s now finals & he’s got the flu. Ack!
Bachelor numero deux: Also tall, but less brawn, freckle-face, sandy brown straw-like hair, blue eyes. Also smart, horticulturalist, TOTAL geek, the kind you can swap volcano facts a la PBS with, super nice, fellow converse fan, & easy to laugh. He’ll be Pip. Buuuuut, he was only taking his last class here this semester, so I think I saw him for the last time on Thursday. This makes me very sad. I enjoyed our Tues/Thurs ritual of me pretending to do work while we chatted outside Starbucks. Yeah, ok, so he was a bit on the older side, but I like my men mature ;P
Bachelor tre: Aramis. I haven’t seen him in a while, so I can’t really offer an accurate description. But he’s average build, reddish/brown wavyish hair, brown eyes, & glasses. Geek to the max, & proud of it, sometimes shy but friendly, can have intense debates about religion, ethics & society. Downside? Very much a pessimist & cynical. Not to mention he’s made it clear that he’s looking for a “friends with benefits” relationship that could lead to more, but he really doesn’t know. I’m not really looking for that right now, not sure what I’m looking for, really, but I’ll keep him on the list because he’s still a person of interest.
Bachelor vier: This guy is from my hometown, a year or two younger, & while I don’t really have feelings for him other than friendship, he recently told me he’s had a crush on me for “quite some time”. Oh la la! He kind of reminds me of a very tall, gangly muppet. He’s actually pretty cool, very unique, but I’d feel like a cradle-robber if I ever dated him. I dub him Alan Stewart & will keep my ears open for future developments.
Bachelor quinque: He’s an ex. But one of those exes you see yourself with in the future, maybe after college, living together. Or something. Especially as he just told me he may be moving to Germany. Also tall (see a pattern here?), brown curly hair that’s adorable when he grows it out (which he hates doing), quiet in public but very talkative when you get him on his own. Jokester, kind, smart, but we have VERY different music tastes. He will be known as Mr. Charles Bingley.
And last but certainly not least: A very new acquaintance. We saw each other around on campus all year, always waved & smiled, but never introduced. Until Monday. When he invited me to sit down for lunch which resulted in an hour long conversation, many laughs & smiles, & I’m really hoping a good impression. Oh yeah, he’s a rugby player. Generally I don’t go for muscular guys, but his face is a winner. He is the epitome of cuteness & he smiles with his eyes. And his hair. Gah! Think of Sam Gamgee but a bit shorter in length. He’s a first year like me, so I see this actually going somewhere. Hopefully. Fingers crossed. If I ever see him on campus. Maybe I should creep on my class registry for next year. That would be really weird, never mind. Oh yeah, his name? Lysander.
And thus ends my first post. I promise you the following ones will not be as long, considering how summer is almost upon us & I won’t be seeing half of these guys for quite some time. Yes, those names are all literary references, I am a bookworm.
Signing off, Jane
I have not really posted in a while because honestly I have not had anything post-worthy to post. What I am a about to share is not the greatest of stories by it is a story never the less. See I had this “relationship” with this guy ( I guess we can call him Li). Things ended abruptly after Christmas break and then we just didn’t really talk anymore. So then randomly about a month or so ago he decides to talk to me again and the first this he says is “Why are you telling people about our business?” to which I responded “What the hell are you talking about?” He then went on to rant and get mad at me because I was supposedly telling “everyone” about what happened between us, which was not the case at all.
Then he starts saying that I never cared and that I never loved him like he loved me. He goes on and on saying that I lied about everything and so we have a back and forth argument. He said that he has his sources but clearly they are giving bad information, whoever they are. Most of the things he was getting made at me for, I never even said, but he did not want to see that. So then we just stop talking and then a week or so later he messages me again, saying that he cares. To this I respond, what are you talking about?, to which he responds I CARE and then again I say “I don’t know what your talking about” and then he says “I CARE DAMNIT”. See since I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, it was hard to say if I did or did not care. Then after asking him over and over again what exactly it was that he cared about he proceeded to say, “ABOUT US” about 6 times.
This is where things get strange. See we stopped talking after he left and then he said he wanted nothing to do with me yet he’s bringing up old news which I had already gotten over already. I faced the reality and got over it, but clearly Li had other ideas of what it meant to put things in the past. I asked him why he was bringing up all of this three months later, to which he responded “because I CARE ABOUT US”. He then started telling me that he wanted me to drop out of my school and go to school closer to him, which clearly was not going to happen.
After all of this we started talking a little bit more and then he started getting mad about something I said and he started fighting with me again. Honestly I was not going to do this anymore and I did not think it was worth it anymore. Then when I said that I was not going to do this anymore he said well I lied about everything. I did not miss you and blah blah blah. He pretty much went against everything that he said before which did not surprise me because he had done it before. So I let him say it all and then just said ok for most of the conversation.
You would think it would be all over wouldn’t you? Nope I guess not becasue he keeps sending me these weird messages and at this point I am just going to let him do what he wants and not answer. Anyone go any suggestions as to what I should maybe do? Let it keep going or just flat out tell him to stop?
So that is all that I got for now. Nothing crazy like the other princesses Sorry.
#Mulan
Let’s get this straight: The only reason I am posting this on here is because as princesses, we all promised we would write what happened to us this year.
I have a really hard time telling personal stories. If its something silly about me, or something that happened a long time in the past, I don’t have as much trouble talking about it. And while I talk a lot and tell a lot of stories, just ask the other princesses, the only way I talk about deeply personally things is if I’m drunk because otherwise I get embarrassed easily. Welp, you could say I’m late in the game, but I try to never break a promise.
That being said, let’s hope I type better than I speak about myself. Here goes nothing:
This past weekend was technically my last weekend as a college freshman. I’ve gone out to the bars, I’ve flirted (awkwardly, not very successfully, and not very well) with guys, but I’ve never done anything with it. I guess I never had the confidence to? Idk, I just always feel really really weird when it comes to guys, and I’m so fucking done with feeling weird. So Friday I was a little tipsy, and I decided that I’ve been a baby for too long, so I hooked up with a guy from a neighboring college at the bar.
At first, it was awkward. There was no immediate rush; nothing like what I thought, and when we split for the first time I was just like, wait, that was it?
So I tried again. Def an improvement, but the guy was very persistent with his tongue and was going waaaayy to fast trying to bite my face off, so I did my best to slow him down. Annddd then we found a rhythm. Much better.
We talked for a little: He’s from South Carolina, Freshman, Bio-Med Engineering major, and catcher for his school’s baseball team.
Upon inspection, he wasn’t the hottest guy ever, but then again, I can’t necessarily attract hot guys, so he was decent for a first. Kind of a baby face, but he had big deep eyes and a nice smile. Dark freckles, dimples, and a little bit of stubble on his chin and around his mouth. In the bar lights he looked like a brown-haired boy, but his FB pics show more of a ginger, but not horrible. Oh! A plus: he was taller than me, even with my four-inch sparkly heels, so that was good.
A country song came on (one that I knew the chorus to), and he proceeded to serenade me in his country accent (ALSO A PLUS). He pulled me away from the bar over to the corner hallway by the oddly placed, unused machines, where he pushed me up against them, put my arms over my head with laced fingers, and we kissed again. MUCH better than the first time. We found a rhythm fairly quickly and stayed there for a while.
Then “Call Me Maybe” came on, and he started singing to me again, pulled out his phone, and used it as a prop. When the song ended he pulled a cheesy line and asked for my number so he could call me, maybe. We kissed again, then parted ways in the bar. We met up again a few mins later and made out again. When we said goodbye, he took the lei he had had around his neck and gave it to me, saying that maybe this’ll make me remember him. I joked and was like yeah, haha maybe I’ll remember, to which his response was to kiss me one more time, and I left.
So there you have it. Nothing as monumental as Jasmine’s last few posts, but still, a first for me. Check that off the Freshman Year Bucket List :)
Belle <3
