You don't want to go to the movies, because you're a broke college student. Plus, you've been eyeing your crush now for months. You've stalked him on Facebook, and you see he "liked" scary movies, documentaries and rom-coms. What do you do? Netflix and Chill.
So you send the text. "Netflix and Chill?" Translation: "Let's make out mid-way through the movie." The text sends at around 9 p.m., not too late like you're only texting him to hook up, but late enough to where he can insinuate your ulterior motives. Finally, after what feels like decades, your crush replies, "Sure. Your place?" You leap around your room in jubilee and immediately run into your roommate's room. Your roommate rolls her eyes once you tell her to hide in her room for the remainder of the night. The living space immediately becomes off limits to the roommates, and we all know why. So you finish getting ready since you've been getting ready for the past hour and a half, even though you were unsure if he would be able to make it. You pretend like you just so happened to throw on his favorite sport team's T-shirt (thanks, Instagram stalking) and that messy hair look only took a total of seven times to execute perfectly. Casual cute will always be the vibe for "Netflix and Chill."
Then, you get the most romantic text ever, "Here." "Here" looks even better, because he double texted you after you decided not to reply to "on the way." This is the best day ever. You open the door and butterflies begin to flutter. You don't know whether to kiss hello or hug hello so you take the safe route and hug. He asks what that weird smell is, and it's the burnt popcorn you made out of the kindness of your heart. You blush in embarrassment, but eventually brush it off and make your way to the couch. You offer an elaborate selection of movies from every genre to ensure your crush thinks you are the most well-rounded, movie-loving individual. You both agree on a scary movie, because that gives every excuse in the world to cuddle. The entire time you are snuggled up on the couch, you question whether or not he can read your body language to the point where you aren't even paying attention to the movie. Uh-oh. He grabs the blanket. Things are getting serious.
"Then, you get the most romantic text ever, "Here." "Here" looks even better, because he double texted you after you decided not to reply to "on the way.""
Midway through the movie, you look up at your crush and bat your perfectly curled eye lashes and drop the "I'm scared" bomb. Which is total bull sh*t; the only thing you're scared about is if he thinks you're a good kisser or not! He looks down at you, and you begin to pucker up, and just when you think he's about to kiss you, your stupid roommate walks into the kitchen to grab the leftover pizza. Way to ruin the mood. She goes back into her room and you realize this is your golden opportunity for attack. You give him the "let's do this" look, and then he leans down to kiss you. Score! Netflix strikes again.
