In other news..
The boy that my best friend’s family wants to set my up with (also a member of that family, might I add) said “Hi.” to me yesterday. Can you believe it? He has now spoken a total of 2 words to me! “Hey.” was the first one. I have seen him about 10 times at parties which lasted long enough that he could have told me his life story in detail. And they are still convinced we are meant to be. According to my friend, we WILL get married. I mean, don’t I have even a little bit of a choice?
Nope. Guess not.
Apparently, he looks at me “that way”. I don’t really know what that means. I mean, I guess I do but doesn’t “that look” only exist in Jane Austen novels? Seriously.. come now. Anyway, back to my point- this addition to his known vocabulary (he does not talk around me.. just in case I haven’t made that clear) supposedly means that he likes me SSOOOO much that I HAVE be invited to his little brother’s birthday party. Great. Another long event where whenever I walk into the place where the family is sitting (the WHOLE family knows.. except for him, of course), everyone stops talking to stare at me because, God forbid, I might pull him out of his room and start making out with him. Honestly, I have never had people talk about me in such a way. I don’t know how celebrities handle it. It is so nerve racking. Gah.
I have now come up with a new claim that has nothing to do with Snow Country. Cuban families will never stop gossiping. It is part of their blood. They must do it, or else, they DIE.
God and other divine figures up there looking creepishly down on me right now.. please help me on sunday when I have to walk into an even bigger pit of gossipers (ALL of the family is invited this time.. sunday was only a preview of them).
P.S.-God, I’m kidding.
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