Oh, my. So this March I set out not to worry about boys or let them affect my life in any way, shape, or form. I set out to do this because:
1) Boys are nothing but trouble
2) I don't want a relationship (gross)
3) I don't want a boyfriend (gross)
And most importantly...
4) Now that I'm finally comfortable being single and being myself by myself, I want to enjoy it. Revel in it. That is until I get so desperate for someone to hold hands with that I have to succumb to the pressure of another relationship (did I mention gross?)
It seems, however, that fate has different plans for me. Although I set out with amazing intentions and almost a good beginning, boys bombard me at every turn!... Funny how that works. The minute you stop caring, the minute they surround you like a pack of rabid dogs. (I'm generalizing in a terrible way, I apologize... Mostly.)
Anyways, there's this one boy who I really do enjoy. I enjoy his company, him making me laugh, I just enjoy him in general. However, knowing how awful I am at distinguishing the agonizing place between friendship and the "something more," and seeing as I don't want a relationship... The closer I got, the more dangerous he became. Hence my backing away that ensued a week or so ago. This was only to be countered with him stepping up his game. Which I didn't expect, but was a pleasant surprise, to say the least. Now we'll see how this develops, but, I must admit that for all my emotional sluttiness last November, I am that much wiser. No jumping into anything for this gal.
Which brings me to the other... The one who is completely unattainable for many, many, many reasons. The one who I saw almost the whole weekend of Spring Break. The one who flirted with me constantly. The one who just happened to break up with his girlfriend. Yeah. Odd coincidence? I'm not sure. But, as I've previously mentioned, as much of a spark that is there... I don't see it going anywhere.
And lastly, I may have a pseudo-date with the son of a woman from work. Utter hilarity considering I've never even talked to the guy, but hey... Who turns down free dinner with a hot guy? Not me.
*sigh* For once I know who I am, I know what I want, and I like myself. I love myself. And now I just have to wait for someone who loves himself to come love me too. On my terms, on my own time.
I like being selfish and, honestly, I really do deserve it.
The end.
1) Boys are nothing but trouble
2) I don't want a relationship (gross)
3) I don't want a boyfriend (gross)
And most importantly...
4) Now that I'm finally comfortable being single and being myself by myself, I want to enjoy it. Revel in it. That is until I get so desperate for someone to hold hands with that I have to succumb to the pressure of another relationship (did I mention gross?)
It seems, however, that fate has different plans for me. Although I set out with amazing intentions and almost a good beginning, boys bombard me at every turn!... Funny how that works. The minute you stop caring, the minute they surround you like a pack of rabid dogs. (I'm generalizing in a terrible way, I apologize... Mostly.)
Anyways, there's this one boy who I really do enjoy. I enjoy his company, him making me laugh, I just enjoy him in general. However, knowing how awful I am at distinguishing the agonizing place between friendship and the "something more," and seeing as I don't want a relationship... The closer I got, the more dangerous he became. Hence my backing away that ensued a week or so ago. This was only to be countered with him stepping up his game. Which I didn't expect, but was a pleasant surprise, to say the least. Now we'll see how this develops, but, I must admit that for all my emotional sluttiness last November, I am that much wiser. No jumping into anything for this gal.
Which brings me to the other... The one who is completely unattainable for many, many, many reasons. The one who I saw almost the whole weekend of Spring Break. The one who flirted with me constantly. The one who just happened to break up with his girlfriend. Yeah. Odd coincidence? I'm not sure. But, as I've previously mentioned, as much of a spark that is there... I don't see it going anywhere.
And lastly, I may have a pseudo-date with the son of a woman from work. Utter hilarity considering I've never even talked to the guy, but hey... Who turns down free dinner with a hot guy? Not me.
*sigh* For once I know who I am, I know what I want, and I like myself. I love myself. And now I just have to wait for someone who loves himself to come love me too. On my terms, on my own time.
I like being selfish and, honestly, I really do deserve it.
The end.
(for now...)
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