estrogen overdose

Yesterday I was hanging out my friend Haley. I have went to school with Haley since the 7th grade. We met in sixth grade and hooked up. And by hooked up, I mean we dated. And by dated, I mean we saw each other a couple of times at the city pool. You could say it was pretty serious.

I recently found out I was Haley’s first kiss. This was a pretty big moment for me. She might be the only girl to say that. Although I do remember being quite the stud back in the junior high years so there may be more. The class suck-up once told on me for dirty dancing at a boys club dance. Man those were the days. sigh.

So anyway.. Haley told me that I should borrow a couple of movies and watch them (Her exact words were, “Brandt, I think you’d like these movies” That will be significant later). I agree and ask which ones? She tells me, Mean Girls and John Tucker Must Die. My first reaction was “Yo wtf?” Sadly, I had heard of both and immediately recognized they were chick flicks. So I politely passed. Then one thing led to another and they ended up in my car.

Today is Friday and I finished up school at 11 am. I had the rest of the day to myself so I decided to head over to the Harley Davidson store and check out some bikes (I’m not making this up to even out the manliness, but its helping right?) So I come home and chill on the couch and turn on the TV. After about an hour of the travel channel I decided to pop in a chick flick. Up first was Mean Girls. I don’t have much to say about it, I can’t even remember one part in it. If Haley enjoyed this then I think her brain might not have developed much after sixth grade. Maybe my kiss swept her off her feet and onto her head.

Round two of Brandt’s “ovaries only” afternoon; John Tucker Must Die. The title probably should have been Brandt Must Die. That would have been more of a fair warning. Anyway, I finished the whole thing. My only motivation was the main girl who was pretty pretty pretty pretty cute. Not hot, but cute. I dig the cute ones more. So after an afternoon of chick flicks I felt like I had downed a bottle of estrogen pills and now my nipples are sensitive.

After watching these movies, only one thing entered my mind, “Brandt, I think you’d like these movies.” What on google earth would make her think I would like these? She better not think I’m gay. If that’s the case then I’ll just have to pull the “pretend I’m gay then get in bed with her and tell her hey, I like guys and all but I think I’m starting to have feelings for you” move.