movie plot-- edit

I broke a rule. A big one.

I think he has a pretty significant informational advantage, even though he says I can read his archives.

I’m sure there are people out there who have a blog crush on someone for years and it never goes anywhere because the crush lives across the country, etc. etc. Me? We’ve had a blog for. . . what? . . three months? . . and I’m going on a third (or second depending on how we’re counting) date with someone who found me through it. Or I found him. I can’t quite remember how this happened.

I know. I know. Feel sorry for me. The Gap has size-inflated and I have to wear a 0 now, and I can’t stop finding boys to date. I know.

But now my movie plot is starting to feel more like this:

I declare openly and publicly that my blog is anonymous. He and his buddies take this as a personal challenge, and one (we’ll cast a tall guy with dark, spikey hair and dress him in a t shirt that’s almost too small) bets him that he can’t go out with me/sleep with me/take me to prom (because this is clearly about to turn into a teen movie).

So after he convinces me to meet him in person, tricks me into telling him my real name, and generally woos me, I see two directions the plot can take:

In one, I see through this ruse and manage to humiliate him. I’ll then end up with my best friend/sidekick/his brother/no one (because I’m so independent and strong (lame)).


In the other, it turns out that that we really do like each other. It might end with a dramatic cab/car chase scene. Or it might end with one of us getting dressed up for prom and, through some misunderstanding, being stood up by the other one. The situation will be rectified in the middle of the prom dance floor, and we will kiss in our own magical spotlight.

At any rate, this movie sucks.

And the boy. Well, he knows too much. Not only the things he shouldn’t know, like how I slept with my friend from high school two weeks ago or how I woke up in some other boy’s bed the morning of the day I met him, but rules. Secrets. How to get ahead.

And he’s probably reading this now.

~beatrix