In Which I Can't Even Smile At A Boy

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Today, my student environmental club collected thin film plastics and weighed them at lunch.

We went out into the hallway where a bunch of kids, including a cute boy, (CB for Cute Boy), were. We knocked one bin over purposefully to sort and then put it upright while the other girl went to do something else.

Then, while I'm sorting stuff on the ground, CB crashes into the bin. I look up, and he smiles sheepishly at me, says, "Sorry", and I'm like, "Oh god, he's looking at me... He's so cute" And I just...

...

...look at him with my resting b*tchface, then get back to work.

After the debacle, I can't stop thinking, "Cute boy smiled at me!! !! !! ! "

I also have insulted a boy I liked to his face accidentally... I hope this doesn't become a pattern.

Maybe you need to be a bit more outgoing around cute boys.

BTW, I think it's really cool that your post starts with "In Which" because it makes it seem like a chapter title from a Victorian novel