And this wasn't the first time

I have gotten into the terrible habit of forgetting what my boyfriend looks like.

Okay, not that exactly, but along those lines. I keep mistaking people that I know (in the sense that I have have spoken to them, not that I ride the R5 four times a week in the same car as them so I feel like I know them because I can predict when they're going to get bored reading and stare out the window but really I've never spoken to them) for the boy.

Kind of like this.

Well the thing is, he's not entirely distinct looking. Light brown military-issue hair cut, fair skin, about six foot, he looks a little bit like--well, everyone else he knows-- from the back.

So this brings us to the main story. We were waiting in a parking lot to find out who's house we were going to for a party. It was full of the same basic dark blue SUVs (the ride of choice, naturally). I was leaning in the window of our friend Ryan's sedan, which stuck out...because it wasn't a dark blue SUV.

He gave me the name of the house he was going to and asked if we were too. I had left my car (henceforth known as "the magic school bus") at home so the boy was driving me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a buzzed-cut light brown haired guy on the phone in a dark SUV. I didn't know which side of Ryan he had parked on, so I figured it was him.

So naturally, I smashed my face into the window and started yelling like a maniac.

Like this, only less cute.

It wasn't the boy. It was a friend of his who was on the phone with his sister. He started screaming and pulled the car out of the parking lot like some sort of action movie meathead. The boy was actually standing behind me, cracking up.


And this isn't the first time this has happened either.
....my life