*sob*
OK, so I met the Cute Scotsman (who shall hereafter be known as simply "CS") on the way to the pub on Tuesday. There's a bunch of us who usually go there on that particular night of the week to hang out, relax and generally have a good time. It's a good group too: no heavy drinkers, and they don't really care if I drink or not, as long as I'm having a good time. Anyways, I hit the dance floor with a couple of friends of the female variety, then came back when the DJ started playing things we just couldn't dance to. (The DJs at this joint are a couple of sad losers who actually transfer music from CD to records in order to be able to scratch them, which invariably kills the dancing and drives half the crowd off the floor.) I happened to grab a seat next to CS because, well, you know... him being CS and all that.
So he tells me - and without being asked, I might mention - that they were talking about what they like in the opposite sex, and I said "yeah, so what DOES everyone like?" and he began listing what the others had said. Then we got around to him, and of course I asked since, well, HE brought it up! (Who would pass up the opportunity?) And he tells me how he wants a woman who's intelligent, passionate and 'special', or something to that effect. (Hey, if I'm not 'special', I don't know who is...) We both agreed that a sense of humour and a certain appreciation of the bizarre was essential in a future partner. And all the time he was smiling his little smile (gorgeous) and looking me square in the eye, and I swear - if he'd been a woman, that would have meant something! However, since he's a man, it probably didn't mean anything, and he was most likely just torturing me without even knowing it.
Eventually we get around to the topic of his ex - is she or is she not his girlfriend at present? (And the mere fact that I was so curious about this part should have been a dead giveaway - except to him it apparently wasn't - because, oh yeah: he's a guy!!!) So what I learn is that she's not at the moment, no, but she probably will be when he gets back, unless (and how I love him for this bit...) he finds somebody else while he's here. (Bastard!) How can one person be so clueless? How does he manage to push all my buttons at once without even realising it? It's so incredibly frustrating I don't quite know what to do with myself. I want to either kiss him or kill him, and probably a little bit of both (in no specific order).
The next morning I wrote him an e-mail with a link to this little flash film that we'd been talking about the night before, and I also mentioned cautiously how it had been fun talking to him the day before and how we should do that more often (giant, neon HINT). You know, testing the water, sorta... But CS doesn't check his e-mail all too often, it seems, because it's now two days later and he still hasn't written me back. And, most likely, he still has absolutely no clue whatsoever that there's a girl in the next apartment block who (reluctantly) worships the ground he walks on and secretly plots to assassinate his ex, so he doesn't get back together with her. (Who the hell would do such a thing anyways? The silly bitch DUMPED him!)
So, five weeks is what I have to device a clever plan to let him know I like him (and quite a lot, too, unfortunately) without actually slapping him in the back of the head and telling him to "WAKE UP AND SMELL THE HORMONES!". Five weeks before he goes home to a woman who clearly doesn't deserve him and forgets about me entirely. Five weeks before I never see him again. (And did I mention that I also have to hand in four major essays, give two presentations, land a thesis/summer job and plan a transfer to another city in this time? All of which I would gladly neglect if he were to give me the time of day.)
Because I can't just TELL him that I like him, now can I? What if he doesn't like me? What if he's embarrassed? What if I have to run into him for five weeks after having been rejected by him? What if... etc., etc., etc. ad infinitam?
Ah, the joys of womanhood!
So he tells me - and without being asked, I might mention - that they were talking about what they like in the opposite sex, and I said "yeah, so what DOES everyone like?" and he began listing what the others had said. Then we got around to him, and of course I asked since, well, HE brought it up! (Who would pass up the opportunity?) And he tells me how he wants a woman who's intelligent, passionate and 'special', or something to that effect. (Hey, if I'm not 'special', I don't know who is...) We both agreed that a sense of humour and a certain appreciation of the bizarre was essential in a future partner. And all the time he was smiling his little smile (gorgeous) and looking me square in the eye, and I swear - if he'd been a woman, that would have meant something! However, since he's a man, it probably didn't mean anything, and he was most likely just torturing me without even knowing it.
Eventually we get around to the topic of his ex - is she or is she not his girlfriend at present? (And the mere fact that I was so curious about this part should have been a dead giveaway - except to him it apparently wasn't - because, oh yeah: he's a guy!!!) So what I learn is that she's not at the moment, no, but she probably will be when he gets back, unless (and how I love him for this bit...) he finds somebody else while he's here. (Bastard!) How can one person be so clueless? How does he manage to push all my buttons at once without even realising it? It's so incredibly frustrating I don't quite know what to do with myself. I want to either kiss him or kill him, and probably a little bit of both (in no specific order).
The next morning I wrote him an e-mail with a link to this little flash film that we'd been talking about the night before, and I also mentioned cautiously how it had been fun talking to him the day before and how we should do that more often (giant, neon HINT). You know, testing the water, sorta... But CS doesn't check his e-mail all too often, it seems, because it's now two days later and he still hasn't written me back. And, most likely, he still has absolutely no clue whatsoever that there's a girl in the next apartment block who (reluctantly) worships the ground he walks on and secretly plots to assassinate his ex, so he doesn't get back together with her. (Who the hell would do such a thing anyways? The silly bitch DUMPED him!)
So, five weeks is what I have to device a clever plan to let him know I like him (and quite a lot, too, unfortunately) without actually slapping him in the back of the head and telling him to "WAKE UP AND SMELL THE HORMONES!". Five weeks before he goes home to a woman who clearly doesn't deserve him and forgets about me entirely. Five weeks before I never see him again. (And did I mention that I also have to hand in four major essays, give two presentations, land a thesis/summer job and plan a transfer to another city in this time? All of which I would gladly neglect if he were to give me the time of day.)
Because I can't just TELL him that I like him, now can I? What if he doesn't like me? What if he's embarrassed? What if I have to run into him for five weeks after having been rejected by him? What if... etc., etc., etc. ad infinitam?
Ah, the joys of womanhood!