Those with mammary glands are confusing!
Ugh! I hate mind fucks. Barring from g-Matt, it seems like people with mammary glands for the most part enjoy engaging in mind fucks. Seriously! They tend to behave strangely and say things to confuse you. What is up with that?
A long while ago, I liked this girl. We hung out a lot, but not really sure where things were heading. When I first met her, we hit off pretty good; and when we got to serious talking late one evening, she briefly mentioned that she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted and dating wasn't what she was looking for. Okay, so we hung out still, and remained friends, because she's a cool person to hang out with.
Months of bliss and fun went by, and one night, she called to tell me that she was cooking dinner and I should head over for some home cooked meal and a movie. Sweet. Nothing really happened, which was good. After all, we, or at least I, had no idea where this was all heading. I mean, I was spending way too much time with her for just being friends, and she has her own circle of friends that she seemed intent not to introduce me to.
So dinner was great. We had a great time. Finally, I later decided to make the step forward. I called while she was at work and left a voicemail staying I was going to return the favor and cook dinner for her that weekend at my place. I mean, prior to my leaving out of town for work, we had already agreed to do something together the following weekend, with no particulars ironed out. But she never returned my call. So instead of cooking dinner, I ate out with friends.
Just as a courtesy, I called her to chat a few days after said weekend, but left a voicemail instead. If she didn't call me back, then I knew where we stood. No harm, no foul. We were just friends anyway.
A couple weeks went by. She finally called. I was cautious, but she wanted to hang out. Okay... But we ended up not being able to because of her staying out too late one night prior drinking away into the morning. Then another week went by. Again she called, but I let it go to voicemail. "Call me as soon as you get this message, okay, John?" I waited till I was done with work and called her back. The plan? Hang out on Saturday. Okay.
By this point in time, I'm already confused as all heck. I am no longer interested in her romantically, for a few reasons. Then she called, and said, "Let's get together for some coffee or something, but right afterwards I have to skate and go to my friend's place and watch a movie. He just bought a condo." What? Is this girl high on drugs or something? After all, I've already given up on her a long time ago, and she kept on calling me, after ignoring me for several weeks. What was the point?
Oh, if only I could understand just five percent of the neurological makeup of the female brain!
A long while ago, I liked this girl. We hung out a lot, but not really sure where things were heading. When I first met her, we hit off pretty good; and when we got to serious talking late one evening, she briefly mentioned that she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted and dating wasn't what she was looking for. Okay, so we hung out still, and remained friends, because she's a cool person to hang out with.
Months of bliss and fun went by, and one night, she called to tell me that she was cooking dinner and I should head over for some home cooked meal and a movie. Sweet. Nothing really happened, which was good. After all, we, or at least I, had no idea where this was all heading. I mean, I was spending way too much time with her for just being friends, and she has her own circle of friends that she seemed intent not to introduce me to.
So dinner was great. We had a great time. Finally, I later decided to make the step forward. I called while she was at work and left a voicemail staying I was going to return the favor and cook dinner for her that weekend at my place. I mean, prior to my leaving out of town for work, we had already agreed to do something together the following weekend, with no particulars ironed out. But she never returned my call. So instead of cooking dinner, I ate out with friends.
Just as a courtesy, I called her to chat a few days after said weekend, but left a voicemail instead. If she didn't call me back, then I knew where we stood. No harm, no foul. We were just friends anyway.
A couple weeks went by. She finally called. I was cautious, but she wanted to hang out. Okay... But we ended up not being able to because of her staying out too late one night prior drinking away into the morning. Then another week went by. Again she called, but I let it go to voicemail. "Call me as soon as you get this message, okay, John?" I waited till I was done with work and called her back. The plan? Hang out on Saturday. Okay.
By this point in time, I'm already confused as all heck. I am no longer interested in her romantically, for a few reasons. Then she called, and said, "Let's get together for some coffee or something, but right afterwards I have to skate and go to my friend's place and watch a movie. He just bought a condo." What? Is this girl high on drugs or something? After all, I've already given up on her a long time ago, and she kept on calling me, after ignoring me for several weeks. What was the point?
Oh, if only I could understand just five percent of the neurological makeup of the female brain!
posted by StHalcyon at
15:03
1 Comments:
Sorry, but to use the common phrase, she's just not that into you. She likes you as a friend and likes to hang out with you. She probably thinks you're great! ... But, she has little or no interest in you romantically. She's trying to let you down easily, but she still wants you to be friends with her.
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