Taylor the latte boy...

In general, I am very apprehensive in sharing any stories or feelings I have in regards to boys to anyone—especially girls. In my experience, us girls tend to have very big mouths and say too much to people I don’t want knowing what I think. (Yes, I am 100% guilty of this crime too.) Well, I’ve been attempting to work on this hesitation for many reasons (something about dealing with trust issues and learning to open up emotionally, yadda yadda yadda) and so have been slowly opening myself up to more people. This is the story of what happens when I tell people things about my life with respect to boys.

I have this friend (bless her heart) who bounds through life with a lot of enthusiasm and spontaneity and excitement. She also can get very hyper after consuming sugary drinks such as soda. Well, I made the mistake of telling her once how I had this crush on a guy that I barely knew last year. I mean after all he was an athlete, an engineer, and a fellow Jesus-lover. Who doesn’t have a crush on him?! But the best part about him was his name.

You see, I once heard this song called ‘Taylor the Latte Boy’ which is an anecdote about how this girl goes into Starbucks every day and orders a latte and she meets this boy who is her dream boy, etc. Since I am a HUGE coffee fan (and addict), I have always said that is how I am going to meet my dream guy. So what made my crush even better was that this guy’s name was Taylor. (This is humiliating because everyone reading this blog now knows exactly who and what I am talking about).

My friend who loves to bound through life heard this story and I told her about how he is my ‘latte boy’ because he seemed so perfect. Apparently, she thought this meant that he actually knew I called him my latte boy. One day, she had a soda and was incredibly unfiltered with her excitement. He walked into the room and she saw him (and chances are that this guy does not to this day know who she is) and got so excited she went running over to him and asked him, ‘Aren’t you Cara’s Latte boy?!!’

Uhhhhh…. So wrong on so many levels. A word of advice to anyone: DO NOT DO THAT! EVER! He stared at her with a blank face so she tried to clarify, ‘You know… Cara Watson.’ So now this poor boy must be super confused because this girl he doesn’t know is talking to him and she just mentioned this other girl that he barely knows well and referenced something about him that he doesn’t have a clue what it means. Sigh. She texted me all excited and proud of herself not realizing that I actually have not told him that I call him my Latte boy nor had she realized that she made life more difficult for me. The next time I see him, I’m praying he won’t bring it up and ask why I call him my ‘Latte boy' because I'm pretty sure I'll turn beet red and not know how to explain the whole song without showing it to him, which then will weird him out.

In conclusion, the whole attempt at opening up about guys to other girls completely backfired and now I still have trust issues to work out. And now I will be further humiliated after posting this story and chances are his people will read this and this will get back to him. But that is a sacrifice I am willing to make for your entertainment.

(Oh yea—this was the same week that as a joke, I brought him cookies to prove a point. But that’s another story.)