A pothole on the road of life...
You know, I try really hard with guys. I do. The other night, we decided we would host a party for Valentine's day next week. It would kind of formal and people would bring dates. So I plucked up the courage (with much help from some of the other girls in hall gov) to ask TJ, the boy from across the hall. Originally, I was nervous to ask because of how the other guys would react when they found out. They would harrass him and tell him to not go with me and then they would somehow make fun of me. Yesterday I threw all of that aside and asked him. I don't know how I did it or even remember how it went down. It's all a blur. He didn't give me a straight-up answer because him and the guy and the girls down the hall had drawn names out of a hat, but he was nice about it and said he would let me know. This morning I was sitting out here in the common room with Elyise talking and I could hear them all in their room talking really loudly, even with their door shut. We started listening and now I wish I hadn't. They were being so rude and trying to talk TJ out of going with me. One of the guys, Mike, was saying all this stuff about me. I was more hurt by the fact that this kid doesn't even know me and has NEVER even talked to me. How could he say all these things? He said that they should call up Jean-Claude, one of the old roommates from last semester because ' I was all over him' and I 'was his bitch'. I couldn't believe it. I know I shouldn't listen to what these kids were saying, but it hurt so bad. It's like dealing with guys from high school all over. I tried, I got up the courage. What have I ever done to them. It's easily a big shot to my confidence. I don't even think I want to go anymore. I'll help out and I'll set it up, but I'm not going to go if that's what these people really think of me.