This is one of those things that makes you wish you had never grabbed the tiger's tale. Yes, I know I've let go, but I want to grab on again. For those who don't know, I mean kissing, wait, no, not kissing, I mean, well, you know- a few stepps higher than kissing. Every time I see Jon I just want to yank him into the auditorium and relax. But, I know I shouldn't. I do and don't want to at the same time. I know it's wrong and I promised myself and-as they say in seminary- my future husband that I would reserve passionate kissing for marriage. But on the other hand it is addicting and I felt so, well, loved at that moment. Sure, I knew that it didn't mean anything and for him it was just a fluke, but for me it meant something, he made me feel like I was important, if only for a moment, I felt wanted, accepted, for who I was. The guy I like now is a better influence, but doesn't seem to return my affections in any way, so I don't know what to do. As time draws on, the more I like him, and the more I like him, the more awkward it becomes to talk to him. I tried asking him out to a dance down at BATC the other weekend, and he never called me back. It wasn't really a big deal, but it was important to me, and my hopes have been dashed. Sure we talk in the halls, and an occational hello in the mornings and after school, but other than that, not much. It's like a middle-school crush that I can't get over. AHHHHHHH! Just once I wish adding a guy to my agenda didn't get me in trouble! -Myth