I'm going to tell you a story.

My name is Clarissa and I am in lovewith a man named Michael. Only, it's as if the universe wanted us tomeet, but that's it. We live 1,000 miles apart, he in Florida and mein Pennsylvania.

Here's how it started:

Well, I'm on a cruise, sailing thecaribbean. This weird guy comes up to me (and let me tell you, it wasmost definitely not love at first sight) and he says "Hi, I'mMichael. What's your name?" I, being the rude person that I am,gave him a dirty look and ignored his question.

A nice girl I introduced myself toearlier that night jumps in. "Michael, this is Clarissa."

'Excuse me!' I think 'who gave thisgirl permission to tell random boys my name?'

He looks at me, "Well, Clarissa,nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," I mumble. And that was it on attempted conversations for me that night.

The next day, a group of kids,including that girl I met the night befoere and that weirdo Michael,invite me to join them on the ropes course onboard. So I go. I end uptoward the back of the line, with only Michael behind me. All I hearfrom behind me is complaining: "I don't want to be in the back,"he whines.

"Well, I don't care. You have to bein the back." I say. I put my hands out on the railings on bothsides of us, blocking him from cutting in line. And so comes morewhining and complaining from him.

Somehow, by the time we get to thefront of the line, he's still behind me. I get my harness thing on.The guy in charge of it goes over the rules "No running, no jumpng,no swinging, no zip-lining. One person on each piece of equipment ata time." Michael then gets his harness on, and the guy goes overthe rules for proobably his thousanth time today. We both start thecourse.

While on the course, I bang the thingmy harness is connected to into Michael's. I do this a few times. Hetells me to stop. Of course I don't listen. The lady working theropes course with that guy glances over. She looks at Michael andtells him to stop, or he'll have to get off.

Later on, after everybody has gonetheir separate ways, I'm in line for a burger and Michael's walkingpast the line. He sees me and waves. I glare at him and look theother way.

Ther was a deck party. Everyone wasdancing (except me). Michael tried to get me to dance. When Irefused, he sat out with me, which was very nice. When I had to go tobed, he walked me to my room.

The next day, Michael and I go to amovie with the teen group. The movie is Suicide Squad. We sit next toeach other. He starts going on and on about how the girl in the movieis his girlfriend. WEIRDO! So I tune out his unecessary weirdnessthat affects me in no way at all. I'm not interested in this guy, soI don't care if he thinks some girl in a movie is his girlfriend.

After the movie, it was past my curfewand I had to go to bed, so Michael walked me to my room.