That Look
You know, you can ride high and yet be brought down to Earth back in a flash.
I went out tonight and starting chatting with a girl. It took a lot of confidence to get over my fears but I said, "Hey, why not?" and things looked positive. But then I took my hat off and I got that look. The look that always comes when the hat comes off. The "Oh... you were so much cuter before," the look where you can see the attraction fading out of her eyes. That look is heart-breaking.
It's one of those things you can't change about yourself honestly. If you're unhappy with your body shape, you can push yourself to the limits at the gym; if you are dissatisfied with your breast size, you really don't have to worry as it's one of those things that most men don't really care about, like penis size, as I've heard. Yes, to an extent it matters, but it's not as important as a lot of people say it is. Unlike one's hairline. That's one of those things that women actually do care about.
Of course, the woman apologized for having difficulty getting over my hair, to which I said, "Don't worry about it. I'm used to it. This is how it goes: right now you're thinking 'God I'm not attracted to him anymore, but he was interesting and funny and I liked talking to him, maybe I should go on a date and see if I can get past it.' So we'll go on a date and you'll realize that you can't get past it. If you don't tell me that during the date, then I'll call a few days later to ask you out again and you'll be busy. Every time I'll call, you'll be busy, until I give up. That's how this goes."
And she looked at me as if I had completely seen right through her.
I have to admit, there is a part of me that's jealous of the guys I hang around who so easily and quickly pick up women. There's something embittering about always being second fiddle, which Thea understands quite well. The bitterness isn't towards your lucky friend, but towards that unfair God that sculpted you into mediocrity.
Frankly, I don't know what's more depressing: being bitter about your situation or resigning yourself to it?
I'm going to finish up this shooting schedule and go to bed. Indigo is going to be a great movie.
I went out tonight and starting chatting with a girl. It took a lot of confidence to get over my fears but I said, "Hey, why not?" and things looked positive. But then I took my hat off and I got that look. The look that always comes when the hat comes off. The "Oh... you were so much cuter before," the look where you can see the attraction fading out of her eyes. That look is heart-breaking.
It's one of those things you can't change about yourself honestly. If you're unhappy with your body shape, you can push yourself to the limits at the gym; if you are dissatisfied with your breast size, you really don't have to worry as it's one of those things that most men don't really care about, like penis size, as I've heard. Yes, to an extent it matters, but it's not as important as a lot of people say it is. Unlike one's hairline. That's one of those things that women actually do care about.
Of course, the woman apologized for having difficulty getting over my hair, to which I said, "Don't worry about it. I'm used to it. This is how it goes: right now you're thinking 'God I'm not attracted to him anymore, but he was interesting and funny and I liked talking to him, maybe I should go on a date and see if I can get past it.' So we'll go on a date and you'll realize that you can't get past it. If you don't tell me that during the date, then I'll call a few days later to ask you out again and you'll be busy. Every time I'll call, you'll be busy, until I give up. That's how this goes."
And she looked at me as if I had completely seen right through her.
I have to admit, there is a part of me that's jealous of the guys I hang around who so easily and quickly pick up women. There's something embittering about always being second fiddle, which Thea understands quite well. The bitterness isn't towards your lucky friend, but towards that unfair God that sculpted you into mediocrity.
Frankly, I don't know what's more depressing: being bitter about your situation or resigning yourself to it?
I'm going to finish up this shooting schedule and go to bed. Indigo is going to be a great movie.