Thursday, February 12, 2004

"Nice? Really? Are you sure? 'Cause you know, there are plenty of girls out there who understand how to deal with this kind of thing. Me, well, I think my head might just explode."

I should be in a bubble. Not for diseases and such, but for like, interacting with other people.

"What's with the girl in a bubble? Is she sick?"
"No, just emotionally inept. Apparently, she knows how to deal with morons, but give her a nice guy and sheesh, it's like handing a vampire a cross or garlic, or something."

Maybe come with an instruction sheet. A sign proclaiming that I only seem like the queen of the non-reaction. God, how I would love to find someone who could make me react. Melt. Come down off the high horse that I've been kicking the rest of them in the face from. Gonna take a lot...case in point...

On being single...oh, come on, you guys knew that this was coming...

Who knows when I will admit defeat?

So it's good, right? 'Cause I am super independent. Makes my skin crawl to think of having to answer to someone -

Boyfriend: "Where are you going?"
Girl afraid of commitment (it's not so much fear as it is the desire to avoid all unnecessary bullshit...why are you laughing?) : "What's it to you, nosy...wait, that's part of being in a relationship, huh? Yeah, my guy friends and I are going out for some beers...don't wait up! Love you!"

Right. Hope that works out for you.

Ideal situation:
Boyfriend: "Good deal. Have fun. I'll probably roll with some buddies (or otherwise entertain myself). Call me if you need anything, and oh, by the way...can we make a date for sometime later in the week?"

Sure, when the temperature gets a lot cooler down below...to quote One Tree Hill (I only watched it once, really. When some mysterious muscle spasm had hold of my legs and I was unable to reach the T.V. to change the channel. Honest. Seriously, stop laughing)

Even more ideal situation...wanting to tell you what's up with me, without feeling threatened, or stifled...or the strange urge to run away with my hands in the air screaming "Noooo! You'll never get me! Never!"

What would really happen -

"Gonna do what with who? Hu-uh. I'm comin' with you."

Or worse...

You just don't care.

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