Boy Number One

Now if you have read mi blog title you should already know that the name of mi blog is LIFE but i guess now that (and if you have read mi posts you should know this) I should have titled it LOVE or something like that. Well if you would like, read on to my new post that will just add on to my blog on LOVE (LIFE). I guess you can say A LIFE in LOVE.

Scenario(This one is for the Ladies)

You go to this party. You meet this guy. He's cute, fresh from head to toe, and everybody in the party knows his name. Except for you. He can even dance really good so now you can't get him off of your mind. You catch yourself stealing glances of him every other second. Then he catches you "stealing a glance" and walks over to you. He walks over to you and introduces himself. You actually find him kinda rude, but for some reason you like him.Then, one of his friends calls him and he walks away.
Then, another guy walks over to you and makes conversation. He's okay looking and okay dressed. He asks you your name and tells you how beautiful you look tonight. Its seems for ever that ya'll talk and the conversation never gets boring. He's actually quite interesting. Then one of his friends calls him and he brushes him off and continues to talk to you. Even though you are enjoying his conversation you can't help but to keep looking at the first guy. And it seems like everytime you do look at him he is with another girl.
Soon, the night comes to an end as the party does. The guy who you have been talking to all night says that he enjoyed meeting you and asks you for your number. You give it to him even though you don't imagine yourself with him because honestly he is NOT your type, but you can see the two of you talking about anything and you don't mind the conversation so you say why not? He takes it says, "Goodbye, good night, and nice meeting you" and leaves. Then the first guy heads out the door. Then you cough and he turns and looks at you. He then turns around and comes your way. He walks up to you and says, "So Shawty you never gave me your number." So you give it to him and he nods his head and heads out the door.
As you lie in the bed that night, for some reason you can only think of one of the boys. He steadily pops up in your head. You can't even sleep because he is on your mind. You don't know why, but he is. You feel like you just know him so well. You already wonder if he could be the one. Well can he? You're unsure, but you really want to find out. After a while you drift off to sleep...wow, he even is in your dreams. Yeah there he is...BOY NUMBER ONE.

Why ladies? Why? Why is "boy number one" the one? Why is he the one when after you all talked he acted like he barely even knew, yet had the audacity to ask you for your number? And to be honest if he might not have heard your cough, he would've continued to walk out the door and perhaps never had spoke to you again. Why? Why aren't you thinking of "boy number 2" when he ya'll shared such an amazing conversation? Why aren't you thinking of "boy number 2" when his mannerism was sooo amazing and he actually listened to you attentively when you spoke? Why isn't it him when he made you feel like a queen in the few hours that ya'll shared together? Why ladies? Why? Why did this happen to most of us? And why did most of us only think of "BOY NUMBER ONE"?

WHY?