Maybe Yes. Maybe No.

I am a repeater.

Yes, I learn from my mistakes… but sometimes I repeat them.

Especially when it comes to guys.

This is not easy to admit either, for your information!

It is amazing how many texts I receive about a week before classes start on campus. (Mom and Dad: if you are reading this I checked and most are “IN”– Verizon customers. Can you hear me now? Good.) And yes my parents still pay my cell phone bill, some of you are probably calling me PATHETIC but it’s my last few months then the bill is on me FOR LIFE. Look, I am milking this whole parent thing for what its worth. Don’t be a hater!

Anyways…most of these texts come from guys at school wondering when I will get here, what I am up to etc., etc. BlahBlahBlah.

One of them in particular I have been friends with since the first week of Freshman year. I was drunk (shocking, at Penn State right?!) and yelled to two huge boys from across the street.

“So you aren’t going to say ‘Hi?’” yelled the oh, so classy freshman me.

Well, they did come over and said “What’s up” and then we found that they were football players (ooooooooo! at this point in my college career I thought this was celebrity status…ehhh not so much any more) and they lived 4th floor Mifflin. I lived on 5th floor Mifflin.

Anyways we became friends and have been for the past 3 years. Let’s call him Mifflin from now on, that’s easy right? Well, MIfflin ended up liking me. Yea, I know I am so irresistible haha! And he tried to start a relationship with me.

“Larisa, come to my room to say goodbye before you leave for Christmas break,” said Mifflin, sincerely.

“OK, maybe I will,” said the oh, so classy freshman me.

Later that night…

Sally and I had come back from a party and she ran down to the boys room to see what was up. I went to put stuff in my room and was debating walking alllllll the wayyyyy down to the boys room just to say a dumb goodbye. Before I even put my stuff down Sally comes sprinting down the hallway.

“DON’T GO IN THERE!”exclaimed Sally.

“Why?” asked the oh, so classy freshman me. (if you haven’t noticed I had a very large vocabulary during my freshman year)

The story was she went down there to say “Have a nice Christmas break” when she saw many a girl and one of which happened to be making out with Mifflin. Apparently, there was someone else much more classy than me at PSU!

I just didn’t get it…he wanted to confess his feelings for me. He wanted me to say goodbye. He wanted to see me. Did he also want me to see him making out with another girl? Did he think this was going to make me believe he was serious about liking me?

Needless to say that didn’t work for me. Yes, I have to confess; when a guy wants to be with me and I hear he is hooking up withother girls, I am not really turned on by that at all. Weird, I know.

So after that issue, we met up later in life. And this time he had a girlfriend, which I didn’t find out about until later. Lovely huh?

So like every semester he would text me and like always we would chat. This semester I told him he could by me a drink.

He said “whenever u want.”

And now he is back once again. Not in my life like before but possibly worse.

Mifflin is in my class.

No lie. I can’t make this stuff up kids! What are the odds. 43,000 students…?!

Let me also make this clear: There was more to our friendship than the mess he was our Freshman year or the dumbass he was our Junior year. I mean we were friends. Good friends… ehhhhh.

I convinced myself that he is a good person…just not a good person to me. So do I make him buy me a Mojito…I really, really want one…and chat about life and what we have been up to? Or do I sit in the same class as him three days a week ignoring the history we have. I don’t know.

And it’s not a big deal.

Just life.

And I am thirsty.