Irony is a wonderful word and lovely story prompt, unless something ironic is actually happening to you.. Then irony tends to suck. I’m stuck in a rather odd sort of Bermuda Triangle where I’m madly crushing on two guys and can’t help but flirt with the third.
The first one is really quiet, he’s sweet, and his manners are impeccable to the extreme. I haven’t known him as long, but I know that he’s a really good guy and we have very little problems when it comes to actually talking. He’s really gorgeous and I can’t help it but absolutely love the kid, I mean what’s not to love? We even have a similar interest in writing and the odd and unusual. Spending time with him is like eating chocolate without the headache, a burst of happiness and comfort delicately entertwined with a soft thrill. I really find my softer, lighter, much more polite side… not because I’m trying to impress him, but really because I want to nice and kind of gush about him.
The second… is really sort of a no-man’s land type of situation. I’ve known him longer, and we’ve gotten really close. I spend pretty much every day with him and I can talk to him about anything! He’s sweet, sensitive, and defiantly caring. Every moment with him is like a breath of fresh air, realistic, yet surprisingly uplifting at the same time. He knows exactly how to make me feel like the one true special person in his life and just brighten my day completely.
The last, is not really someone I would take home because I know that my mother would flip. He’s socially inept, he’s very out there, doesn’t know that speaking your mind all the time can be rather upsetting. He’s brutally honest about everything, including attraction levels, and if a rather out there come on line suits what he’s feeling, he’ll say it. He’s funny, caring in his own way, and very protective over me. Where as the other two are like teddy bears, he’s the rough and tough, rumble tumble kind of panther.
As if I wasn’t completely confused enough over everything, I’m sitting in sociology and suddenly my teacher says "You should marry your best friend." Boy number two is definitely my male best friend, but would I sincerely consider that sort of long-term relationship? I have issues with commitment, but really I don’t think it’s fair on any of them to force them to cope with my hectic schedule. Horribly confused over the three of them, and desperately pining for at least two of them. Don’t you just hate hormones sometimes? I really wish that I could throw them all out the window and look at this from a strictly logical point, but every time I try… I keep thinking about all the cute things that they do and how much I just love being near them. I sound like a confused thirty-year-old on Lifetime. LOL.