BIG NEWS: Lauren Conrad has announced the the 5th season of The Hills will be the last! Speidi have announced they are open to another show!
Moving beyond my reality TV obsession (hmm...reasons I might be single number 1) and on to the title of the post. 19 year old boys are annoying.
This may seem like a duh statement but I'm not around too many. We Mormons like to ship them off to grow up and not come back till they're responsible 21 year olds. And yeah, most of the people I know aren't Mormon, but most of the guys I'm close to are. And I missed those pivotal, annoying years.
Enter Work Boy. I've mentioned him before. He's 19 and thinks I'm hot. Which used to be fun and flattering and is now annoying as all get up! Work Boy, obviously, is from work, he's not in school and lives with his parents. So there's obviously a list of reasons I'm not interested. But I used to flirt a lot, cause he's nice and is always getting me things and is fun to talk to. Then one day he gave me his number to text him, so we could "hang out." The chances of us ever actually hanging out are slim, but I texted him anyway.
Then one day at work there was nothing to do, so we just hung out the entire time and I got a little too flirty. And now he really likes me. I'll admit I entertained the idea for a moment, he's cute, but then decided it wasn't worth my time for all the pre-mentioned obvious reasons. So now, despite the obvious reasons, he thinks something might happen and is a text STALKER. And all of the texts are about how I'm hot, and that I like him and then trying to arrange times for us to meet up. There shear magnitude turned him from fun Work Boy to Annoying 19 Year Old over night. SO yes, I'm partially to blame for all this. I encouraged it by flirting in the beginning, but I'm 22 and single, that's what I do! Am I not supposed to flirt with guys ever cause they might read too much into it and never leave me alone? This is the depressing reality of my singledom: only guys I'm not interested in show interest and I kinda like the attention so I encourage it to a degree which then sends them into a frenzy for my love. So far today I've gotten three texts. They read: "Ultra Hott," "Ultra Mega Hott," "Miss is a ultra mega hottie who likes Italian boys named Work Boy."
Seriously? No. I don't.
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