surprise - we're not actually cousins.

long story, not so short:

in kindergarten, i had the biggest crush on this boy named Jacob Gibb. 

such a cutie. brown hair, brown eyes. loved him.

that is, until third grade came around, and i saw him at a funeral for someone's great grandma. i don't know who it was. i told my mom that i thought he was cute, here comes the shocker. "oh, sweetheart, Jake is your cousin,"

okay, see ya jake. i was devastated.

fifth grade rolled around, he was still cute. but then he up and moved to vegas over night. and then i never heard from him again.

lie.

in january, i remembered about my little creepy cousin crush i had in kindergarten.

i told my mom that i had forgotten him. she and i proceeded to facebook stalk.

he was no where to be found.

i began to worry he fell off the face of the planet.

we never had a real goodbye.

that was that.

about a week after our little stalking fiasco, guess who adds me on facebook?

jake gibb.

shut up.

so cousin, you're handsome. you still live in vegas. 

we caught up, and i told him he needed to come visit. he told me he'd be here during his spring break which happened to be the week following ours. he said we'd hang out for sure.

definitely didn't think it would happen.

but hey, guess who is in pg?

jake gibb.

guess who i've spent the last two days with?

jake gibb.

guess who's not actually my cousin?

jake gibb.

what?

yeah, turns out my mom meant we were kind of cousins. 

but not by blood or law. so, not cousins at all.

we just knew his family really well, and his great grandma.

good news.

want to meet him?

i stole these off facebook.

did i mention he plays guitar?

oh, and he rides bulls.

he also volunteers at an animal shelter on weekends.

no, you can't date him.

that would be weird.

hey jake, stay in pg as long as you'd like.