We stood outside staring at bugs. He rested his arm on my shoulder, then sighed.

"Perfect height for an armrest. Really, its a great height. You know... I have a crush on you."
"No you don't! Lies!" Shouted instinctively out of my mouth.

My friend kept his arm rested on my right shoulder while he thought of something else to say. His friend interfered with a one liner joke to break the awkwardness. I was tipsy and being reckless like usual last nite.

"Ha! Like any of you would like me!" and walked away in disbelief that a cute, tall, nice guy would possibly say such a thing to me. I am officially socially, romantically, emotionally retarded. Time for another drink tonite and another heart to break.