My Version:After worship I felt an obligation to go and tell him "good job" and give him a pat on the back. Then I went on my marry way hopping across the gym to play some volleyball. You see, when I arrived I noticed that there was a guy there that I had had a crush on since I was a child, and I just knew that God had brought me to that church that night to be reunited with this guy. So I spent the whole night trying to get to know him and flirt, and flirt....and flirt. By the end of the night there was no progress with my flirting so I left feeling a bit down : (
I have to say I didn't resist and it was actually a pretty good kiss, but just not what I had expected.
My version would be the correct version to believe ; ) I just choose to let him think other wise just so his ego won't be bruised. The jest of our story though is we both went to meet other people, but ended up finding each other...AAAWWWW!!!!!