Surprisingly though, not as miserable me, as I thought it would be.
To be honest, I did expend a dime a dozen grey cells but I'm starting to get a hang of this whole perspective business.
I told someone I 'kinda like' him.
His response: Why are you doing this to me.
Mine: Silence
My first reaction really was: I snorted, then giggled and then full blown laughter for two whole minutes.
Till reality settled in and I went into comfortable numb mode to analyse what I was feeling.
Was I hurt - yes. It was obvious though he wasn't interested. Yet that tiny demon - HOPE.
Me being me, I hate assuming and needed crystal clear clarity so I can pack up my mojo and giddy up and go.
It's taken me awhile to put myself out there. And it is a great feeling.
But some more analysis was done - should I feel bad?
Heck, NO!
Here's a guy telling me and I'm sure there are a million others like him, how he's no catch and then someone comes along (re: Moi) telling him he's a great guy and can we get to know each other - and he clams up.
I guess when they say, "I'd like to get to know you better" - it means between the sheets only.
But then I also think of the Harami quotient that's in me when some real swell guys ask me out and I'm like: RUN CHELSEA RUN!!!!
Truth is, if you don't feel it. You just don't. And that doesn't make your feelings (whether yay or nay) any less real.
It's a sad state we live in where people prefer to bellow: I HATE you at the drop of a hat, be it in jest or for real; yet to whisper: I really love you, care about you, you make me smile... you are my sunshine on a cloudy day... would tear you apart, ae?
Well, how's all that hate working for you?
Man, that last good kiss though, was a March ago *sigh*
Now to expunge him. Obliviate!
To be honest, I did expend a dime a dozen grey cells but I'm starting to get a hang of this whole perspective business.
I told someone I 'kinda like' him.
His response: Why are you doing this to me.
Mine: Silence
My first reaction really was: I snorted, then giggled and then full blown laughter for two whole minutes.
Till reality settled in and I went into comfortable numb mode to analyse what I was feeling.
Was I hurt - yes. It was obvious though he wasn't interested. Yet that tiny demon - HOPE.
Me being me, I hate assuming and needed crystal clear clarity so I can pack up my mojo and giddy up and go.
It's taken me awhile to put myself out there. And it is a great feeling.
But some more analysis was done - should I feel bad?
Heck, NO!
Here's a guy telling me and I'm sure there are a million others like him, how he's no catch and then someone comes along (re: Moi) telling him he's a great guy and can we get to know each other - and he clams up.
I guess when they say, "I'd like to get to know you better" - it means between the sheets only.
But then I also think of the Harami quotient that's in me when some real swell guys ask me out and I'm like: RUN CHELSEA RUN!!!!
Truth is, if you don't feel it. You just don't. And that doesn't make your feelings (whether yay or nay) any less real.
It's a sad state we live in where people prefer to bellow: I HATE you at the drop of a hat, be it in jest or for real; yet to whisper: I really love you, care about you, you make me smile... you are my sunshine on a cloudy day... would tear you apart, ae?
Well, how's all that hate working for you?
Man, that last good kiss though, was a March ago *sigh*
Now to expunge him. Obliviate!
