I have a problem. Yes, it's a big problem. It's boys.

BOYS BOYS BOYS!

No good comes of them.

Last night I was talking to Tristan, a guy in my math and media class. We were making the usual chit-chat about what we've been up to and everything, when the subject turned to music. Turns out we both like Millencolin and we both love Incubus. I was all into the conversation because I *knew* what I was talking about and being all enthusiastic. Then he goes:

"So, are you going to Snowjam?"

Me: No, I meant to get my ticket when they were on sale last weekend but never got around to it.

Tristan: Do still want to go? I haven't gotten mine yet, I could get one for you too.

Me: Yeah sure! Thanks!

Was I completely wrong in thinking that he was JUST BUYING ME A TICKET?! Obviously so. Please read the conversation that happened this morning:

Tristan: Here's your ticket.

Me: Oh yeah, thanks!

Tristan: So, I guess I'll pick you up next Saturday.

Me: waflenfuaenaf?! WHAT?!

Okay I didn't ACTUALLY say that, but I thought it. I think I said something like "uh, kay..."

SMOOTH AL, SMOOTH!

This isn't the first time I've accidently led boys into believeing that we were going out... Something is definitely very wrong with my approach...

But now I feel guilty, like I only used him for my ticket... I'm a moocher. I'm a horrible horrible moocher.