I must be doing something wrong
There's this guy in my Spanish class that I think I could come to like if he ever showed any interest in me. After spending four of the seven days of the week in the summer with me for two weeks I decided to make a move. I found out that we both liked soccer and both had friends who were involved in USA cup. So, I gave him my number and he said that he would text me when he got to the field. Well, I went to the field, watched a fair share of games and finally left when there was nothing more to watch. Tyler never got a hold of me, and I didn't get his number so I wasn't even sure if he had come. Well, no big deal. I still had a good time and if life has taught me anything (guys specifically) it's that if you don't expect anything, you can't be disappointed. Monday comes along and I see Tyler again. He says that he did go watch games and that he was sorry he didn't contact me, he had left his phone in the car. Okay. Fine. Like I said, no big deal.
Now it's a new semester and I'm once again taking a class with him and once again I decided to try to get together with him outside of class. This weekend was the last one of the fair and I finally had a day off yesterday, so I decided to go to the fair. The idea of wandering around by myself, though, wasn't immensely appealing, so I texted Tyler so see if he was available on Sunday. He was and had even been thinking about going with some friends. So, I suggest that he text me when he got there around one.
The following Sunday I arrive at the fair a little before one and begin to wander. There were a couple things that I wanted to do before hooking up with Tyler and his friends: get lunch, quickly remedied on my way to the horse barn; a quick stop at ACE Tack's tent on the way to the collesium to explore the booths there; from there just a hope and a skip to the education building to buy a necklace (very cute: a fairy with green wings) and to stop by at the MHA homeschool booth to say hi. When I had finished all this it just a little after two and I still hadn't heard anything from Tyler. Okay, no big deal. I had been planning on staying until after the fireworks, so there was still plenty of time to hook up. But, now what could I do? Luckily, I ran into Lorin and she saved my afternoon by letting me know that Dylan was also at the fair with their new foreign exchange student, Max. About an hour later I was hanging out with Dylan, Max, Martin (very hot German guy), Maria (another German student) and my brother. That allowed us to kill a good hour or more. After they all left, I continued to wander and found myself in the food court. It was four o'clock. Still no word from Tyler, so, I messaged him. Oh, well, I'm not coming until 7, sorry. Okay, well, at least he's still coming. It's six o'clock. I can kill an hour. So, I wander over to the MHA booth to kill time answering questions about homeschooling. When I get there I run into Zack and Lee. So, I spent time catching up with them until they had to leave, then I spent a very good amount of time hanging out with Lorin at the booth. Suddenly, it was nine. Still nothing from Tyler. You here? After an hour and a half of time killing, spent listening to a pair of very funny comics, I found myself in the DNR garden, waiting for the fireworks (which were very late). For about the twentieth time I checked my phone for some answer from Tyler. There is none. Okay then. If I had enough courage to break the wall of ice that I have built up around my heart I would've broken at that moment. I would've collapsed and cried until there was nothing left inside me. But no, I am a coward and so I remained intact; frustrated, but intact.
You're not coming, are you? . . . still no answer.
So, what the hell am I doing wrong here?
Now it's a new semester and I'm once again taking a class with him and once again I decided to try to get together with him outside of class. This weekend was the last one of the fair and I finally had a day off yesterday, so I decided to go to the fair. The idea of wandering around by myself, though, wasn't immensely appealing, so I texted Tyler so see if he was available on Sunday. He was and had even been thinking about going with some friends. So, I suggest that he text me when he got there around one.
The following Sunday I arrive at the fair a little before one and begin to wander. There were a couple things that I wanted to do before hooking up with Tyler and his friends: get lunch, quickly remedied on my way to the horse barn; a quick stop at ACE Tack's tent on the way to the collesium to explore the booths there; from there just a hope and a skip to the education building to buy a necklace (very cute: a fairy with green wings) and to stop by at the MHA homeschool booth to say hi. When I had finished all this it just a little after two and I still hadn't heard anything from Tyler. Okay, no big deal. I had been planning on staying until after the fireworks, so there was still plenty of time to hook up. But, now what could I do? Luckily, I ran into Lorin and she saved my afternoon by letting me know that Dylan was also at the fair with their new foreign exchange student, Max. About an hour later I was hanging out with Dylan, Max, Martin (very hot German guy), Maria (another German student) and my brother. That allowed us to kill a good hour or more. After they all left, I continued to wander and found myself in the food court. It was four o'clock. Still no word from Tyler, so, I messaged him. Oh, well, I'm not coming until 7, sorry. Okay, well, at least he's still coming. It's six o'clock. I can kill an hour. So, I wander over to the MHA booth to kill time answering questions about homeschooling. When I get there I run into Zack and Lee. So, I spent time catching up with them until they had to leave, then I spent a very good amount of time hanging out with Lorin at the booth. Suddenly, it was nine. Still nothing from Tyler. You here? After an hour and a half of time killing, spent listening to a pair of very funny comics, I found myself in the DNR garden, waiting for the fireworks (which were very late). For about the twentieth time I checked my phone for some answer from Tyler. There is none. Okay then. If I had enough courage to break the wall of ice that I have built up around my heart I would've broken at that moment. I would've collapsed and cried until there was nothing left inside me. But no, I am a coward and so I remained intact; frustrated, but intact.
You're not coming, are you? . . . still no answer.
So, what the hell am I doing wrong here?