One of my close friends thought it’d be fun to try online dating, so I thought . . . why not? She’s honestly the sort that was TOTALLY against online dating and she hardly ever tries anything new. For her to actually make an account and start trying out an app to find someone made me realize . . . that I should give this a shot too. At the end of the day, the two of us, including Selene, were totally . . . over this online dating. No more. Continue reading
Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with my life sometimes? I still remember when, I think, it was unforgivingathena who said that the craziest shit always happens to me. Yeah, it’s true. The more I think about it, the crazier I think things are. So here’s how I’m somewhat stuck in a situation where I’m having dinner with the Rich Guy, the Bitch, and the Weird Guy.
I might be destined to be forever alone . . . at this rate. I’ve been having issues with the Weird Guy via text again, basically involving him ignoring me. Continue reading
I’m not sure why the Weird Guy is such a hot commodity . . .
After this weekend trip with a few of my friends, I recently learned that this girl, who I’ll call Ms. Dependent, probably has a crush on the Weird Guy. She insists on asking him out on a fake “date” because she needs him to help her exchange an Iphone cord. Why does she have to find him? Well, he can speak French, but . . . Continue reading
I really hate it when I get ignored, and okay, the real, real reason that I decided to contact the Weird Guy again was that I had a weird dream last night. I dreamed that I was really close to him, and I was playing with his hair and touching his face. He was combing through my hair too, and we almost kissed.
I woke up, thinking that that was reality. . . until I realized that I had to go to this annoying class. Then, I was like shit . . . Iet me go see online what it means to dream of your crush. It didn’t help that yesterday I was listening to a song about a girl saying how she missed someone. It hit me. This ignoring thing was just a shield for me.
I did have a bit of fault with the confrontation with the Weird Guy in the sense that I snuck in the subject of the Bitch and him making a good couple the night before he had to hand in his essay. Plus, when I think back to that night when I was forced to meet the Weird Guy with the Serious Guy and the Nice Guy, I think the Weird Guy did have sad eyes, despite his ignorance. So . . . I wanted to get things over with because I hate it when I know someone has a grudge on me. Continue reading
So my previous post was around ten days ago, and now I’m at a point where I really, really don’t know what in the world is going on with the Weird Guy. So many things happened at once that . . . I really don’t know where to begin. This is going to be a long post, so bear with me, but I guess it all started last week . . . Continue reading