So I did the thing. I asked the boy if he was interested in pursuing a relationship with me, and he said No.
No minced words.
It will be okay in the end. I don't have to guess, or so I thought. But now there are still what -ifs. Oh, the what-ifs.
I'm sure I'll be okay eventually.
But I'm still stuck in the human phase of - what did it all mean?
Why'd you want to keep in touch?
Why'd you tell me you'd planned for us to meet in New Orleans later this summer? For what? Just to hookup?
Why'd you let me come. You owe me 2 thousand dollars!
I wish I would have made you pay for all the meals. In my heart that's what I wanted to do, but why cause a stir.
I'm glad I at least had the sense not to stay with you all nights because I would have blurted out the relationship question and it would've been an awkward 4 days.
So yes bald smelly short guys on dating apps are still holding out hope for perfect 10s. So if he's not making you feel like a perfect 10 right away, keep it moving sister.
Niceness does not equal interest. Isn't that how plenty of guys get in trouble with their spouses. I do think they have evil intentions even though they play it off as nice.
So yes, so continues this slow, awkward, often unpleasant march towards death.
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