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That's it. I liked you...a lot. Enough to make my friends wait for three hours, despite our Sabado night plans made weeks ago. Enough to make me consider hanging out with you afterwards, in spite of the late hour, if not for the car trouble I had last night.

I got the cold shoulder twice, first when I said it wasn't time for you to meet my friends yet, then another when I said you weren't cute enough to get 200 points (but hey, I gave you a hundred, and you only used up two so far. I wonder now if you'll ever exercise them all when I upgrade you to unlimited? Yeah, I will upgrade you to that level anytime!)

How out of synch are we anyway? I was thinking about that 3-letter word and you were thinking why I didn't invite you to join me and my friends. Too bad that was the last thing on my mind - having you hang out with my friends. Don't get me wrong, you're cool. But somehow, introducing someone new to my circle of friends is a step I'll take only when the right time comes. I don't even know what it is we have, all I know is I like you that much to consider letting you in one day..soon.

The last time I liked someone this much, I got messed up. Really. So I try to pace myself and take a little step back every two steps forward. I don't even know if you like me as much, though I'd say from the interest-bearing questions you throw my way (and the flirtatious remarks you make here and there) are good enough to make me feel special.

I am never good at reading signs, not from people I am very much attracted to. Those remarks may sound flirtatious for me, but what if you were just trying to be friendly to keep me comfortable? What if those personal information exchange is just a way of passing time, beats talking about the weather or how bad coffee is at Seattle's Best? I mean, maybe I'm reading too much, I can't read between the blurred lines?