I am a Target.

For Creepers.
If you are a teenager- born anytime between now and 1990- you will know what I mean.

High School.
Need I say more.
I don't know how to start. High School is a wondrously magical place, all the necessary ingredients for the perfect love story, which I shall now share. I have changed names, I feel its more official this way, or maybe I haven't you'll never know either way. Now, to the story.

The following conversation consisted of the messages below. Relayed between myself, and a boy I shall refer to as... Reagan. No, that's too attractive. We'll call him Donny. That's better.
(Please keep in mind that I have never met him, though did see him once at an assembly whilst looking for someone else). This is first time we ever spoke.

Donny: Hey.
Me: Hey..
Donny: Wats up
Me: Nothing.
Donny: O ya?
Me: Yeah.
Donny: So wat do u like?
Me: Stuff.
Donny: O ya?
Me: Yeah.
Donny: Like wat?
Me: Like soccer. I'm not a big fan of the snow either.
Donny: O ya?
Me: Yeah.
Donny: So do u snowmachine?
Me: No. I just said I don't like snow.. hah.
Donny: O ya.
Me: Yeah.
Donny: So wat you doin tonite?
Me: I don't know.
Donny: O ya?
Me: Yeah.
Donny: Maybe we can hang out?
Me: Maybe.
Donny: O ya?
-at this point I stopped replying and proceeded to log out of facebook, which shortly after, he must have discovered my phone number on my profile, and texted me-

Donny: Hey.
Me: (I wasn't familiar with the number, So I didn't reply).

-A few days later-

Donny: Hey
Me: Hi.
Donny: Wat u doin tonite?
Me: *Not you* What I actually said- Nothing...
Donny: Y not?
Me: I don't know.
Donny: U want ta hang out?
Me: I'm at a friends house.
Donny: O ya?
Me: Yeah.
Donny: Tomarrow?
Me: I'm going to be out of town.
Donny: O ya?
Me: Yeah.
Donny: Okay.

-Another few days later-

Donny: Hey.
Me: Hi.
Donny: Wat up?
Me: Not much.
Donny: Busy tonite?
Me: Why?
Donny: Want to hang out?
Me: No.
Donny: Okay.

-The next day-

Donny: Hey.

-The next day-

Donny: Hey.

-Few days later-

Donny: Hey.


-Back to the present. What a magical few days. I have never felt the same way about anyone, before. Pure, unbridled, true, beautiful magic, indeed.

Any man/boy/guy/dude reading this will surely believe that I'm just a snooty lesbian, but in fact, it's quite the opposite. As you see, after searching through Donny's profile, on said Social Networking site, I discovered that this boy is a piece of work. Indeed he is. Let me just say that I have standards. If I were to lower them to meet this boys level, I would be intruding upon the home of a very upset earth worm. Now I don't know about you, but I hate it when a set of standard falls into my living room.

Keep in mind this was approximately 82 hours since my relationship status was changed from "It's complicated" (I'm to good for an uncomplicated relationship status) to "Single," which is a whole different story.
As another side note, Donny, is not the first offender. I shall write about them another day, but for now... It's Nutella time. Keep it sassy everyone.

Today's tip: LOLOL I already gave you one, sillies.