i was walking back from class and met a cute boy named andrew. we talked about the benefits of sunscreen, and the field of dermatology. my new friend andrew has light blondish red curly little boy hair, which is why he is a cute boy. he evidently lives in my apartment complex.

i dont like meeting cute boys because i have a Cute Boy of my own, and it makes me feel silly. its retarded because if i work my Cute Boy into the conversation its wierd, but if i dont its even wierder.