Purgatory of a Fireman – Entry 2

Hello, my name is Sakura, and I'll be honest, I have guy trouble. It's not that I'm not attractive. In fact, I'm pretty good looking, simply with just leaving my hair down and getting up in the morning. It's the jea-genes. I swear, my crazy parents must've had an ace up their sleeves or something, because I came out with nothing to complain about, and I can look fairly nice with little effort.

I am, however, very particular about one thing when it concerns my looks. My clothes. Must. Match. Because it simply bothers me to the tick if they don't. Tenten, while her outfits don't completely defy the laws of the color wheel, always insists on wearing sweaters. It annoys me, but I've learned to simply dismiss it as one of her weird little complexes and deal with it.

So guys. Why is it, none of them ever spontaneously ask me out? Just decide I'm the most wonderful person they've ever seen, walk up to me, bend down on one knee, and ask me to join them for coffee.

Okay. I'm slightly aware that sounded a little ridiculous. But still, that's how it happens in every story, right? Every movie, every ridiculous romantic plot formed up by a human brain funnels into that general thought.

Well, life is definitely not a movie.

(Tenten says I should be glad for this. She hypothesizes if it was, little people would stare mindlessly at us and eat popcorn, chuckling all the way.)

But really. A movie plot does not simply consist of a fairly 'shy and smart' girl finally gathering up the courage to start to chat with the boy she likes.

Ah, Neji. The smart, kind of silly, athletically good-looking guy in the theoretical protagonist's fourth period math class. The boy who has many cousins and a red mustang lent out from his uncle for his grades. The boy I spent two weeks gathering up the courage to talk to. The boy I started to get to know.

The boy who had a girlfriend.

Honestly! Other girlfriend characters are not supposed to come into the picture in romantic movies or plots.

So yes. Looking back on my high school (boy-friend-less) days, I have serious guy issues.

Tenten, I cannot say the same to. She has little issue talking to (and flirting with) guys. Who proceed to ask her out. Who she proceeds to turn down. When asked about her questionable (also boy-friend-less) activities, she simply responds that she's not ready for a relationship with a guy yet.

Hell with that, I'm ready, give them to me!

Frustrating.

But actually, recently, I met this really cool guy in my history class. And his friend. His friend is kind of awkward, but the cool, moreso outgoing guy's opening line was, "hey we both need some serious Algebra II help." and they came to me, and that I can do.

The guy's name was Sasuke. He was a baseball, basketball, football player extraordinaire, all in one. He was really hot as well. I really liked him.

And he seemed interested in me. We got to know each other a bit, and he was amazing. He was cute, cool, talented, and he always told me exactly what I want to hear! It's like God chiseled the perfect boyfriend out of marble and sent him to me as an apology present for neglecting me the past years. I couldn't have been happier.

We chatted through myspace. He was a virgo. He was single. He skateboarded.

But alas.

Skateboarding I couldn't do.

So my initial thought was to find someone to teach me. His friend, Naruto, had become friends with me as a result too lately. I clicked his page, and voila! He skateboards too! I messaged him up, and later in the week we got together for our first skateboarding lesson.

We met up a lot in the few weeks I got to know Sasuke better. And I practiced and practiced with Naruto (such a sweetie for teaching me!) until I was finally ready to show him my mad skateboarding skills.

So, I suppose, I do know how to skateboard. And as a result, you could call me a skater now too, if you wanted.

After all, I'm dating one.