The ridiculously pathetic irony that is my life

BEWARE OF GIRLY PATHETIC WHINY-NESS JUST THIS ONCE!!! SORRY!!
So there's this guy...
For the sake of this blog we shall call him, Sam.
Now the two of us have been sitting together on the bus. We talk. We laugh. There's the occasional me sitting on his lap.
Now he's not the most perceptive person ever, nor is he the most easy to read.
I don't know if he likes me, not to mention I'll be moving away in about five days. Meaning it's not like I want to date him necessarily. It's more so the burning curiosity of, "Oh my fucking god does he like me back or not?!"
Now you should know that I hate confrontations of any kind.
Because of that, this is what I did;
I wrote him a note saying something along the lines of;
"Hey I hate confrontations so here it is, I like you. A lot. In case you didn't already know. I want to know if you feel the same way. Here's my proposition; if you like  me sit by me on the bus. If you don't like me then don't sit by me. Simple. No awkwardness.
Don't worry about hurting my feelings. Really.
Okay?"
Not too shabby right?
Well first of all, the whole day I was stressing over the fact that I wouldn't know for sure if he'd actually read the note or not. Like he could just sit by me and I wouldn't know for sure weather he was sitting down because of the note or just because he usually does!
But worst of all;
HE DIDN'T EVEN RIDE THE BUS AT ALL!!
Oh the bitter irony!
Want to know the further irony?
Sam is a sporty, very religious, preppy, over-motha-fucking achiever!
And I'm just over her like, "Books, Greek mythology, grades don't matter let's just read!"
Not to mention that it's a three day weekend and I won't see him again till Wednesday. By then he will probably have forgotten about the note if he ever even read it at all.
*Sigh*
Sorry for that outburst of girlishness (<---did you know that's a real word?) guys.

Today's Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvqyxgZMDXI