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Oh hot holy dang, I'm free, I'm free!
So just a few days ago I mentioned I was worried that school nurse might like me, but we went to dinner tonight and she told me she found a boyfriend (and in august too, which gives me pause, but whatever)! Oh man, now we can be friends in peace which is wonderful because I really enjoy her company (as a friend). Phew. God.
But again, it brings up why the hell do I do this to myself? There wouldn't be any of this stress if I had just told her from the beginning that I'm in love with someone. I really need to be more than honest, I need to be positively presumptuous.
I think it's funny that I'm jumping for joy that I was *not* chosen as a mate, ha ha. Maybe when I'm 80 and I'm just a bag of regrets I'll look back and think "Crap", but for now I'm ecstatic.
Actually, when I told her tonight about the girl I've loved for three years, she would have been perfectly justified to get angry and demand to know why I didn't tell her about that earlier, but she was very magnanimous and didn't get like that, which made me feel smaller, ha ha. Probably part of the reason is that she's smart and didn't wait for me and found another guy (if she was ever interested in me in the first place), but in any case the two of us made it through safely and we can remain friends.
Basically, yesssssss is the word of the day. I was thinking of writing an entry about how to build a work wardrobe from the ground up, but this news trumped it. Goodnight!
So just a few days ago I mentioned I was worried that school nurse might like me, but we went to dinner tonight and she told me she found a boyfriend (and in august too, which gives me pause, but whatever)! Oh man, now we can be friends in peace which is wonderful because I really enjoy her company (as a friend). Phew. God.
But again, it brings up why the hell do I do this to myself? There wouldn't be any of this stress if I had just told her from the beginning that I'm in love with someone. I really need to be more than honest, I need to be positively presumptuous.
I think it's funny that I'm jumping for joy that I was *not* chosen as a mate, ha ha. Maybe when I'm 80 and I'm just a bag of regrets I'll look back and think "Crap", but for now I'm ecstatic.
Actually, when I told her tonight about the girl I've loved for three years, she would have been perfectly justified to get angry and demand to know why I didn't tell her about that earlier, but she was very magnanimous and didn't get like that, which made me feel smaller, ha ha. Probably part of the reason is that she's smart and didn't wait for me and found another guy (if she was ever interested in me in the first place), but in any case the two of us made it through safely and we can remain friends.
Basically, yesssssss is the word of the day. I was thinking of writing an entry about how to build a work wardrobe from the ground up, but this news trumped it. Goodnight!