Me Being Snob

My Elementary School Friend (MESF): "Well... I went to N's house few days ago. You still remember her? Your high-school friend."
Me: "Ah, ya. Is she your university friend?"
MESF: "Yes, yes. We're in the same major."
Me: "I see."
MESF: "I went to her house, and I was looking at your yearly book. You're photo's there, too (well, duh? Of course it is. We're at the same school, remember?). I could easily figure out that it is you."
Me: "Really? Wiw, that's great. We've not meet each other for how long?"
MESF: "Makes me want to go back to Elementary School, when we were making model for an assignment."
Me: "Uh, not really."
MESF: "Anyway, you're quite up to date, eh? Your photo, I mean. Quite cute. But you're getting MORE BEAUTIFUL (he really did write it in all capitals like that, trust me) now, eh?"
Me: "Yay! Being called as beautiful!"
MESF: "Hahaha. What? Like no one ever tell you that you are really beautiful?"

egh.

Thanks but no thanks, o my dearest MESF.

I mean, I really am glad that there is someone telling me that I am beautiful. It seems like so looonggg-long time ago, since the last time someone (aside from the BF) telling me that.

And it wasn't that I don't like MESF. He's a nice guy, smart too, and has always been nice to me for like all the time I've known him.

But dear, you just flirted with the wrong girl.

This girl, is happily taken.

This girl, doesn't consider herself as beautiful. Therefore your flatter don't mean a thing. Not even a step closer to become a very dearest friend of mine.

This girl, thinks that it's kinda yucky to be flirted by any guy beside the one that she loves (don't give me those raising eyebrows, I've been like that since the first time I've known love).

This girl, has never felt anything special for you. A mere acquaintance, that's it.

This girl, was busy cleaning up her cat's poop when you did that. It wasn't quite a right time. To think about that again, it was kinda silly and cartoon-ish (with the SFX of "wakwaaawww.." and a googly-eyed raven passing by) when I draw it again on my mind.

I'm sorry. I hope you didn't fall in love with me though, and it's just me having the big-headed feeling (read in Indonesia: GR a.k.a. GEDE RASA!) of being flirted by you.