So last Saturday, some girls from work planned a good bye house party for me. Birthday Girl switched her shifts around so she could make me a cake. She tried to make it all rainbow coloured, but it ended up mushy and crumbly and looked more like Rainbow Bright bled all over it. It was pretty funny. She felt terrible and made another one. So thoughtful.
With the second cake, they made it into a two layered cake, but iced it when it was still warm. So when they put it in front of me, the whole top layer slid off onto the table. It was awesome. We took pictures. Ha.
Ten showed up to my party, which I was pretty surprised about since I never talked to him. Plus I didn't invite him. Anyway, with the help of liquid courage and the fact that I was leaving anyway, I made an effort to say hello. We joked around a little bit. Then later on, we did courage shots and played fuse ball. He won, but I'd like to say I gave it a good go... well except for the three times I put the ball in my own net. Whoops.
We talked. A lot. Turns out he's even cooler than I thought. He's funny, smart, and responsible. And he's a BC boy- born in Port Alberni. Who knew?! The more we talked, the more we got along and the more we discovered we had in common. And the more both of us wished I wasn't leaving in two days.
Then he kissed me. *Kissed* me. Me. On the mouth. With his lips. Wow. This totally caught me off guard. Not going to lie, I loved it (although some tongue would have been better).
Anyway, this situation got me to thinking about the whole league thing and how stupid it is. Who made up leagues anyway? Who decides who fits into which league?! I spent six months avoiding a totally awesome guy because of a false conception that he was somehow "better" than me. But it turns out he liked me too.
Moral of the story: Eff leagues, if you like someone, just go for it.
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