three sentences

All my blog searching has led me to some pretty cool blogs that I've enjoyed reading the past few days. One in particular I really enjoy. It's written by a senior in college somewhere in Pennsylvania. She experiments a lot with the format for her entries, and made a really cool post describing a series of different relationships in three sentences. I really enjoyed reading it, and it was also fun writing my own version:

When we hung out at your house and you fell asleep I was always afraid to wake you when I wanted to leave. One night it was so late that I decided it would be a bad idea to walk out the front door, so I climbed out your window and over your fence to get to my car. I ruined my favorite track pants doing that.

Even though you told me once you hated Dave Matthews, you jumped at my offer of a free concert ticket. After the concert we drove to San Francisco and walked along the beach at midnight. Maybe with someone else it would have been romantic.

I about died when you asked to borrow my pen. I called my mom immediately after class to tell her about it. I’m glad you gave it back, a memento of sorts.

Nothing was ever your fault. But I guess that is kind of true. A lot of it was mine.

It was very strange seeing you again after all those years. I was relieved it was at a party and not somewhere random. If it had been random, I probably wouldn’t have looked so good.

You gave me the first real Valentine’s Day gift I ever received. The flowers and chocolates made me more timid, but by the time I got over it you liked someone else. I cried when I heard that your brother passed away.

You were more impressive to yourself than you were to anyone else. I don’t know what I was thinking. Didn’t you wonder why you never met any of my friends?

I was sure we would never be more than friends. I’m glad I asked you to that movie. It’s one of the reasons I wrote a paper on it.

I bought concert tickets to a band I didn’t even like just to impress you. I ended up not going, but it was the most cleansing way to waste fifty bucks. I just wish I could remember the band’s name that made me realize you weren’t the one.

You loved calling me late at night and I loved answering and being rude. Strangely, this made you like me more. When I actually was nice to you, you weren’t interested.