Maturity and a few Girl Scout cookies

So last night was the "conversation". As I sat there listening to him talk I realized that I didn't want to tell him how I felt. I didn't want to go there. I don't want all the drama that would ensue. Sorry...not interested. I'll be his friend...his good friend. I don't want to deal with the flirting and the nasty looks from girls, the scowls, flippant remarks and general cattyness. I realized something very important last night. All these girls are going to come and go. They'll float in and out of our lives but until "the one" shows up, they're all variables. I don't want to be a variable. I want to be a constant. At the end of the day, when all the drama is going on and people are being stupid, who do you go to...? your friends and i know that's not always going stay the same either but for now, friendship is better than a relationship. I'm going to try to be a better person and get to know whatever girl is "in favor" at the moment because he's right....I'm not going anywhere.


Being "mature" is so much easier when you have a box of Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies sitting on your desk.