Its Not About The Length??

You know, even I cant believe sometimes the lengths I go to, just to impress a boy I like.

I remember when I wore ripped jeans and a flanelette shirt to mufti day because the boy I liked was into heavy metal.

I remember when I wore my glasses and quoted Rilke when I met a boy at university who was holding books by Zola, Satre and De Beauvoir. Yes, I did that.

I remember lying to my friends about the faults of a boy I liked, just so I wouldnt have to defend him to anyone.

I remember lying to myself about a boys faults, so I wouldnt have to say goodbye.

I remember dancing provocatively across numerous dancefloors to get in the eyeline of a cute boy, only to look away nervously when he tried to catch my eye.

I remember waiting at home late on friday and saturday nights, having opted for, instead of a fun night with my friends, a night of nervously checking my mobile phone and immediately imigaining it ring were I to leave the room for a second.

And now I can remember wanting to make someone notice me so much that last weekend I ran across a highway in nothing but my underpants.

You know, even I cant believe the lengths I go to, just to impress a boy I like.

Good luck in life and love,

Honey xx