Men have always defended their chaunvinistic rights and tendencies with one little excuse: we women, we lucky women do not have to confess undying love for anoyone, we are the ones at the other end of the issue: we recieve declarations of undying love and devotion till death, right?
In my case: WRONG.
I'm seeing this guy. Yes, whatever starts that way cannot be good. And it isn't. He is great, actually, considering my past experiences (Napoleon-obsessed megalomaniacs with narcissistic tendencies and awfully nice guys with girlfriends and a more or less declared queer nature, if you catch my drift). We talk a lot, about history most of the time, and we really do click. He is witty, and horribly sarcastic and cynic (those who know me must be thinking 'Match made in Hell' tenderly, and yes, sometimes it does feel like it).
There is one tinsy, itsy, bitsy problem, though. A little... Well, not really. More like a GIGANTIC error of nature. He is totally clueless. And slow.
I've been "dating" him for like two months. Or more, maybe. And not a hug, not a peck on the lips, not an endearment, not even an "I like you" or a "You look beautiful tonight". Granted, it is not his nature, but we are NOT going anywhere!!! My family and friends mock me, and I feel as if he is waiting for something more than a signal (Because believe me, short of hanging a neon sign above my head with the feelings spelled out I've done everything). He is waiting for me to say it. And that ain't gonna happen, mister.
No way. Really. No way in Hell. I've never been kissed even, I'm not admitting anything. Not even now. I don't know whether I would say yes or no, he has to ask for me to know. And I'm losing my bloody patience. Fast.
If you are reading, then it means that I want to drop dead right now from utter embarrassment. So you better do something, because I no longer care that you had bad experiences and you are afraind. We all are, all the time.
Fear is the essence of life.
posted by Augustine at 10:14 PM
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I had a guy like that.
Actually, he was my best friend, and still is.
I had a major thing for him. I really did.
So, one day, he tells me that he really thinks I'm hot, and that he kinda likes me.
And there was NO WAY IN HELL that I was gonna tell him I liked him back, even though I think he's really attractive and I really do admire him.
Why? Because he was my best friend. If he had ever asked me out, then I would have accepted within milliseconds.
But, either he didn't want to, or he was shy.
And yep, he's still pretty clueless. I've done everything in the book short of kissing him to get him to try and realize it.
So, here he is, pining away on other guys and girls, whilst I always think 'just ask me'.
Now, by all means, I suggest that you DO NOT USE ME AS AN EXAMPLE.
Goddess damnit, just go and tell him. Even if you have to get drunk off your ass to do it, tell him.
If it doesn't work out, he isn't your best friend, is he? You don't have to worry about things being awkward between you and a guy you've hanged with for 6 years.
Just.tell.him. ^_^
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