haunted.

So, I haven't had a girls night in a while and because of this stories have been leaking out of my mouth. I accidentally told the cashier at Wal-mart who I liked, oops, sorry Fred. But, if anyone deserves a good story, it's you guys. So here's one that I've never told on this blog before.

It was Halloween and it was evident I was crushing hard. I've always been transparent with my emotions, good thing I don't play poker. The crazy thing is that I usually do not let myself fall for a boy. I am what people call tightly wound, I make to-do lists and follow them to the letter, I keep my schedules and I carry my calendar filled with all this information with me everywhere I go. The thing is, something about this boy made me lose my calendar, and I didn't care.

Well, on that perfect fall night he asked me if I wanted to go into a haunted house with him. I am a huge scaredy-cat and I have this horrible tendency to overreact, needless to say, haunted houses are not for people like me. But I nervously said yes.

I put on my big girl pants and decided to be brave. I didn't want to be that girl who jumps into a guys arms just because he has a Y chromosome. So I kept to myself and used all my self control not to run away. We entered a room that was all dark, and extremely spooky. It was then that he quietly grabbed my hand and intertwined my fingers with his.


And for that moment, I wished the whole wide world was a haunted house.