I am writing this at midday on a typical sunday. It's actually quite sunny for once, and I hoovered my room for the first time in months - I'm a very neat person normally, but I detest hoovering for its own sake, you can't even listen to music when doing it unless you turn up the volume enough to cause permanent deafness.

Taking a break from a Philsophy essay on Plato, explaining the strengths of natural law theory, and researching Kafka's "Metmorphosis". I'm a college student taking English Literature, History, Drama and Theatre Studies, and Philosophy and Ethics. It's hard work but really quite fun.

Okay, I sound like the most boring person ever right about now.

THERE AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE MY NANA'S TEA PARTY.

I enjoy Flight of the Conchords, it's original and hilarious.
I like indie music, but not trashy american crap.
I hate high school musical and hannah montana(stupid name).
I'm not racist, homophobic or religious.
I have an open mind.
I like discussions.
I have lots of friends.
I love travelling and plan to go to Africa, Brazil, Japan and India someday.
I like to read and watch films and go dancing.
I wish I could save money, understand men and not overthink things.
Acting is what I live for.

Yes, that's a pretty good explanation of me. Now I can get started on my dilemma so that whoever reads this can discuss and hopefully offer some advice.
It's such a cliche (really should start more originally), but here goes...

"There's this boy..." Alas, that is actually my starting phrase. Anyway, we started talking after he intiated the contact, we began flirting, talking regularly and having long discussions about books and food. He is tall, with ruffled blonde hair and green/brown eyes, and has a good dress sense. He is also very smart and amusing, friendly and chatty to everyone, with a quirky sense of humour which can be difficult to grasp. He is very much a guy's guy, definitely not a ladies man. We were aquaintances for a couple of years when we went to the same high school, and he is kinda shy with girls.

But yes, when in public he'd glance/stare at me quite a bit, we'd spent all lunch talking and we were sitting VERY close. He'd hug me everytime I said goodbye, and once briefly held my hand for about ten seconds. He also gave me a very big compliment once and teases me often, also asked me to go to the cinema with his friends. As an extra, my best male friend is one of his closest friends, and this guy friend reported that he had asked if I would be a good potential girlfriend and also relayed some of our conversations.

Of course, by this point I'd grasped that something was going on - I'm not completely braindead! But unfortunately a rumour spread that he liked me, and all of a sudden he ceased all contact, got really angry about it i.e seized a couple of his mates who mentioned it into a small cupboard and yelled in hushed tones "WHERE did you here this?", and took to standing near me and staring at me as though something was troubling him.

After about a week of this he began talking to me again, after I had assured him that nothing was wrong and took to giving him small greetings every so often. Since then we have been slowly returning to the way we were before. On tuesday we spent half a free period chatting and sharing a packet of doritos. Also, I saw him a couple of days ago in the common room. He stood by where I was sitting and greeted me with "Hey *", then proceeded to sit down in the only available seat. At this point I was having a determinedly casual chat with a galfrand. He kept trying to butt into the conversation whenever I glanced at him. The second a seat closer to me was vacated he sat down there, leaning in my direction with his feet pointing at me.

Besides this, he often glances and looks at me lots again. BUT there is one huuuge problem, in the form of a big breasted blonde who has the conversation of a cabbage...

let's call her...blast ended skank (potter puppet pals is comedy gold). So, Blast Ended Skank flirts with everyone - and when I say everyone, I mean EVERYONE. He just happens to be her favourite! She sits there, taking no notice of what he's saying and simply giggles and touches his leg a lot, hugging him, smiling etc. The poor boy doesn't seem to respond too much - the time I was watching this he was facing me while she attacked him, not smiling but simply turning his head occasionally to speak to her, she'd just nod and go back to giggling, the utter cow. BUT I know that he kinda likes her (we're friends), and that she doesn't fancy him but will most likely use him.

So...the verdict? I have no clue, so that's why I am bidding for some assistance here! There is a party in a few days where I want to make my move...

Does he fancy me? Will the Blast Ended Skank entrap him? Shall I ask him out somewhere?

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