I still win

In high school, I knew this guy. We'll call him Annoying Andy. Though Patronizing Phil or Self Righteous Sam would also be good nicknames. And this kid seriously annoyed the crap out of me. He was a nice guyish I guess, meaning not a total creep, but he was a know it all, tactless, not cute, condescending, and really just kind of a jerk. And for some reason, the stud of the young women.

EVERYONE had a crush on this guy. I didn't get it. I could barely handle the guy on the 5 minute drive from seminary to school. And I'm not exactly a shrinking violet and I would tell him off constantly and then walk off in a huff. Which for some weird reason, everyone took to mean I must like him too. Part of that "if they tease you they like you!" crap grown ups feed us when we're little. People honestly thought I had a crush on him, including him, and I honestly couldn't care if he was blasted from the face of the planet. Now he did like me. Not to be all hot on myself, but I know he had a crush on me for a while (he likes rude girls?) which accumulated in the worst date of my life to his choir banquet. Every now and then though, he wouldn't be obnoxious and I'd get it. I got why the other girls liked him, cause there was the inner workings of a great guy under his teenage exterior. But those glimpses were rare so 99% of the time I hated him.

So Sam or whatever I nicknamed him went to BYU (of course) and I went to my real school and his parents moved so our interactions since have been sparse. But we did see each other at a crawfish boil the summer after our first year and he wasn't that bad! Like, it was actually enjoyable to be around him. We had a great time! But he was still Andy/Phil/Sam so in no way did I develop an insta-crush. But I did start to consider him a friend. Then he went on his mission to Siberia(literally) and because his parents weren't in my home ward anymore, I haven't seen him since.

So, the point of this nostalgia is this past weekend he got engaged. I know nothing about his fiance, and found out the happy news while facebook stalking. Now, when a girl I don't like gets engaged, I gain ten pounds. When a boy I used to date or seriously liked gets engaged, I watch Moulin Rouge. But then there's the category of boys that you have semi-history with but no attachments. And when you see them get engaged, fresh off the mish, to girls who are not as cute as you, it's a mixed bag. Sure they're engaged and I'm not. But there's more than a little bit of satisfaction. But it makes me so glad that even in high school I didn't settle. This girl is getting what she wants. But I'm sticking it out for the long run.