Break out the Haddaway, I'm back. And today I'm going to bestow upon all of you lovelies a tale of woe. Please note, if I have any weird misspellings or words not spacing apart, it's because my 'puter is acting up. Let me share with you a story of my love life. I have spent years chasing after guys who never end up liking me. That's it folks. Lately, there's been one special gentleman. How we met was he came up to me and complimented me on my headband (we worked together). Over the months we talked at work, and I thought we were friends. We got on well and had a lot in common. My friend was convinced he liked me. I really liked him, more than anyone else I'd liked, but I never believed I would actually be lucky enough for him to like me back. I'm incredibly awkward aside from my "fluffy-ness". I figured, well, maybe we could at least be friends. Either way I'd be ok.....I guess.....
So I with the stealth of a ninja I gave him my phone number through covert operations. I invited him to a rodeo, as me and some friends were going. He said he had to work and couldn't get out of it. Ok, I understand. So this friday, I mentioned that I wanted to Jurassic Park in 3D and had FREE tickets. I just needed to find somone to go with. So he said he might come. So I texted him the next day, saying "hey if you wanted to go the movie is at 6:45". He texted me back and told me he was just going to stay at home and hang out with his parents.
WHAT!?
Who in bloody hell passes up a free dinosaur movie to sit at home with their parents? Regardless of who wants you to go. I feel a little shattered. You know the "Always Confused" part of the title. Yep, this is yet another example of this. He even said one time when I mentioned how I like violent, explosion-ey, sword fighting movies that "wow, any man would like that." But apparently he isn't any man. I just can't fathom this. Am I really that unappealing? Even as a friend?
Quite possibly the worst part of this is I found out I'm an emotional eater. I ATE MCDONALD'S TWICE WITHIN 48 HOURS. I don't do that. Never. I just gave up. Usually, when something bothers me, I make fun of it. It's my way of coping. I poke fun at my insecurities all the time, and I've taken to calling this guy "he who shall not be named". But now I'm an emotional eater (as well as boredom eater and passionate eater (that means I love to eat)). F***.
