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That's it. I figured out that there is a deity messing around with my love life. The deity was not happy messing around with the Greeks, so she/he has to deal with me.
Yes, my love life.
Remember the whole mystery boy thing? Well. He came tonight. He came and I had to work on keeping in my emotions. A rollercoaster of emotions.
First, his roommate came in. However, his roommate bears an uncanny resemblance to him. I believe they are brothers. However, he came in with a girl. I believed that it was him. He ordered the same meal that my mystery boy has ordered. I started freaking out, and almost crying. My pure self-hatred erupted. Then I started thinking. The guy doesn't have the blond hair that my guy had, and my guy was more bluff. So I started blinking, looking outside the window. I was finished. If he came in, I'm not going to give him my phone number.
Then he came in. I was ready to throw away my earlier inward speech and give him my number. Then we got really busy and I couldn't talk to him, sadly. However, I figured that I wasn't meant for him; or that the deity was playing around.
I'm just sick and tired of not knowing how it feels having a boyfriend, a good respectable boyfriend. When is it my time? Does this just mean that I will have wonderful relationships later?
Now to break it to everyone.
Another thing I learned- next time I have a hit-on, I'm keeping it mum until the first date. Zip up.
Yes, my love life.
Remember the whole mystery boy thing? Well. He came tonight. He came and I had to work on keeping in my emotions. A rollercoaster of emotions.
First, his roommate came in. However, his roommate bears an uncanny resemblance to him. I believe they are brothers. However, he came in with a girl. I believed that it was him. He ordered the same meal that my mystery boy has ordered. I started freaking out, and almost crying. My pure self-hatred erupted. Then I started thinking. The guy doesn't have the blond hair that my guy had, and my guy was more bluff. So I started blinking, looking outside the window. I was finished. If he came in, I'm not going to give him my phone number.
Then he came in. I was ready to throw away my earlier inward speech and give him my number. Then we got really busy and I couldn't talk to him, sadly. However, I figured that I wasn't meant for him; or that the deity was playing around.
I'm just sick and tired of not knowing how it feels having a boyfriend, a good respectable boyfriend. When is it my time? Does this just mean that I will have wonderful relationships later?
Now to break it to everyone.
Another thing I learned- next time I have a hit-on, I'm keeping it mum until the first date. Zip up.