Dec 07, 2009 09:52
In perfect sitcom build-up and tension-release: she just wants to be friends. And I'm okay with that. She had the decency to call me before I left, not wasting either of our time. And she was both kind and brief about it, so points there.
Besides, I'm meeting another girl later today.
There's something to be said for me here, too, and I'm proud of myself: when I started this journal, I would never, ever have been so mature as to shrug my shoulders and move on with my life so readily. And now, it's not even an issue. I don't even feel bad about it, which is a pleasant surprise as a week ago I really liked her. I feel like I should feel bad, but that's only because I remember doing that in the past.
I'm just not that girl anymore. Apparently nowadays, I can at least pretend to be a mature adult.
-Allison isn't a teenager anymore