WHEN YOU GET CASPERED...
So, it's been awhile. However, I can at least report that I have actually been busy. I have been working on some other writing projects and have had a lot going on in my personal life. In fact, I am kind of amazed to report that for the past year or so my social life has been pretty active, which would be really cool, if it wasn't for the fact that it has been pretty active with me meeting a bunch of zeros.
Of course.
Now, there have been a few non zero's in the mix. And there is one person in particular that is actually turning into someone that I can see a long term friendship with starting to bloom. But on a romantic level? Absolutely nada. Zilch. Zero.
A few months ago I met one of the coolest guys I have truly ever met. He is a writer as well and I really liked him a lot. I think he is a smart, talented, and charming guy. And we have had amazing conversations. I was on cloud nine. I thought finally, I have met a really cool dude! And felt that-at the very least-he could turn into a very good friend. I was already envisioning all the comic cons, concerts, movies, and coffees we would enjoy together. We hit it off smashingly well. In fact, to this day I can honestly tell you that I have no idea what the Hell went wrong. Things were great. We met, we had lunch, he asked for my number, and we were talking non stop. I was happy and hopeful. And then... dead silence. Homeboy completely left your girl out in the cold. It's like he dropped off the face of the earth. No text, no calls, no emails, no NADA. I was crushed. I wish I could be cool and say that I was nonchalant about the whole thing, but I wasn't. My mind replayed every last detail of our last conversations over and over again. I meticulously read over text messages and emails, and still I could not figure out what went wrong. I had to face the cold hard truth; I had just been ghosted.
Now, I am not your average girl. I grew up with a bunch of bothers and I am not the type of girl that goes chasing after a guy--no matter how much I like him. So, I let it go. I did not text, email, call or bother him in any way. I played it cool, even though I was dying to know went wrong. Weeks passed. And I was finally at that place where I had written the whole thing off. I had accepted it and was already moving on, when what happens? Yes, that's right. Homeboy start's up with the texting again. And what does my stupid ass do? Instead of ignoring him or asking where the heck he's been all this time, I fell right back in with old habits. We went back to the great conversations. I visited him in the office and we talked and laughed and smiled for half an hour, at least. He said we should get together for coffee and I-still playing it cool-said, "for sure. Just let me know when you're up for it." I was happy again. Our connection had resumed and it looked like things were on the up again.
Then... NADA. Again. This GUY! To say that I am confused is an understatement. I just don't understand. And quite frankly, I'm over it. And him. Guys, if you pursue a relationship (even if it's only a friendship) and then just decide to leave because of your own issues or anxieties or whatever, realize that there are consequences. Don't expect people to hang around waiting for you to figure it out. You are not the only one with problems.
Ok, enough of that. I have released the beast. I have purged my sad feelings and have moved on.
Next! Surely, there has to be someone out there that thinks I am cool-besides my friends and eight year old niece-and I determined to find them. Until then, I shall continue to write, have fun, and drink lot's of tequila.
Of course.
Now, there have been a few non zero's in the mix. And there is one person in particular that is actually turning into someone that I can see a long term friendship with starting to bloom. But on a romantic level? Absolutely nada. Zilch. Zero.
A few months ago I met one of the coolest guys I have truly ever met. He is a writer as well and I really liked him a lot. I think he is a smart, talented, and charming guy. And we have had amazing conversations. I was on cloud nine. I thought finally, I have met a really cool dude! And felt that-at the very least-he could turn into a very good friend. I was already envisioning all the comic cons, concerts, movies, and coffees we would enjoy together. We hit it off smashingly well. In fact, to this day I can honestly tell you that I have no idea what the Hell went wrong. Things were great. We met, we had lunch, he asked for my number, and we were talking non stop. I was happy and hopeful. And then... dead silence. Homeboy completely left your girl out in the cold. It's like he dropped off the face of the earth. No text, no calls, no emails, no NADA. I was crushed. I wish I could be cool and say that I was nonchalant about the whole thing, but I wasn't. My mind replayed every last detail of our last conversations over and over again. I meticulously read over text messages and emails, and still I could not figure out what went wrong. I had to face the cold hard truth; I had just been ghosted.
Now, I am not your average girl. I grew up with a bunch of bothers and I am not the type of girl that goes chasing after a guy--no matter how much I like him. So, I let it go. I did not text, email, call or bother him in any way. I played it cool, even though I was dying to know went wrong. Weeks passed. And I was finally at that place where I had written the whole thing off. I had accepted it and was already moving on, when what happens? Yes, that's right. Homeboy start's up with the texting again. And what does my stupid ass do? Instead of ignoring him or asking where the heck he's been all this time, I fell right back in with old habits. We went back to the great conversations. I visited him in the office and we talked and laughed and smiled for half an hour, at least. He said we should get together for coffee and I-still playing it cool-said, "for sure. Just let me know when you're up for it." I was happy again. Our connection had resumed and it looked like things were on the up again.
Then... NADA. Again. This GUY! To say that I am confused is an understatement. I just don't understand. And quite frankly, I'm over it. And him. Guys, if you pursue a relationship (even if it's only a friendship) and then just decide to leave because of your own issues or anxieties or whatever, realize that there are consequences. Don't expect people to hang around waiting for you to figure it out. You are not the only one with problems.
Ok, enough of that. I have released the beast. I have purged my sad feelings and have moved on.
Next! Surely, there has to be someone out there that thinks I am cool-besides my friends and eight year old niece-and I determined to find them. Until then, I shall continue to write, have fun, and drink lot's of tequila.
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