Wednesday, 11/20/02 - 4:18 pm.
- The guy: you know...there was a time when I wanted to go out with you...
- Me: yeah, I could tell... (please note the irony of this statement).
- The guy: It was just that I...I wasn't ready...
- Me: it's cool, man. That's just what everybody tells me.
(blah, blah, blah...)
- The guy: If I wasn't dating that girl...
- Me: "That girl"?...you refer to your girlfriend as "that girl"? Is that how you treat the girls? That's who you'd treat me?
- The guy: NO! No...no, of course not. Anyway...if I wasn't dating *Diana*...would you go out with me?.
- Me: uh...I don't know, maybe....I guess.
On second thought...no.
No, because...well, it's all in the first months of this diary.
I'm not in love with him anymore. He used me. And then he hints he was interested in me, after all the time I had to put up with him walking me by as if I didn't exist. He wasn't ready, I see...and when he was ready, he hooked up with "that girl", as he calls her. And he's with that "girl" and talks about the both of us hooking up. Damn the guy, he should respect her (us) a bit more.
To get it on I've got to watch what I say
or I'll catch hell from the women liberation.
Pandora's Box, Aerosmith.
Needless to say, I had a hard time falling asleep. I was laughing my ass off. At everything. It's so stupid. I thought that the typical story of the boy who falls in love with a girl only after the girl doesn't love him anymore wasn't that typical.
I really want to see you, when can I come over?.
In spite of everything, I don't think he's in love with me. If anything, he's attracted to me.
On related news, I think I'm over Denver, too. I haven't talked to him since...I don't know, for a week or so. I feel bad. But not because I feel hopelessly in love. It's because I had to give my love up. Because I had to quit. I was forced to quit by God knows what forces...distance, time, himself...how long until a boy doesn't make me give up all I have to give?
So far, I've had...let's say...6 guys interested in me. In retrospective (have in mind some boys repeat in a few categories): 3 stopped talking to me ("I was so in love with you I was scared"). 2 said they weren't ready to start a relationship (my timing sucks, eh?). 2 definitely weren't my type. 1 was taken. 2 didn't keep my attention for long...
Let's cut it off. In conclusion, 6 = 0.
Simeon: you say it like it's a bad thing.
Um, yeah...ok.
I'm watching Royalty A-Z on E! every night. Why, yes...prince Williams rocks. But poor girls, I pity them for being so obssessive. I for one would like to meet him, he seems like a cool kid, with the spirit of his mother (RIP). The Chile footage was very touching. But I wouldn't panic. I mean...no.
[For the record, today is Pablo's birthday]
And this entry gives you an idea of how limitated and monotonous my thoughts have been today.
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