my life is several icons
Oh, Captain.
Y'all know that Captain and I did not go out this weekend because he's very busy with school and suchwhat before the holiday break, which, okay, fine, even though I'm horribly impatient and want to get the show on the road to find out if we're compatible or not. That's my biggest problem, I think, with dating and relationships. I hate all the wasting time part: BOOM, I want to go out, see if we match, and either get on with the dating or cut the losses and move on. It's the sloooow molasses dripdrip of WAITING that is killing me, going SLOWLY, and I'm right at the point where I usually get fed up; I emailed him a response to his email last Thursday, and then haven't heard from him since (I told serialkarma this morning: I am thisclose to calling it quits with Captain. I am too impatient for this mess). I mean really, five days? Someone be my voice of reason because five days radio silence is when I start telling myself he's not really into me. Although, well, I have not called him or texted him or emailed him in those five days either -- shit, this is really making my head hurt.
I bring you the following email exchange between me and SK:
Me: I didn't see Captain this morning. I'm irritated. Of course, then My Coffee Guy made my day. I asked him for a chocolate croissant (DAMN YOU, that one is all your fault) and then asked him how much it was, with the coffee, and he was like $2, $2 is fine. And I said I never felt like I paid enough and then HE was all, "You could pay nothing sweetie, and it would be worth it." It made me vaguely feel like a prostitute, but I took the compliment and ran.
SK: *dies*
You took the chocolate croissant when you ran, too, right?
Me: UM, OF COURSE I DID.
Also, this little punk -- just when I'm ready to give up, Captain emails me a few minutes ago, long and detailed and funny and while he was at WORK, and damn him. DAMN HIM.
Captain, why you gotta tug my heart strings???
ps, Seymour still lives.
Y'all know that Captain and I did not go out this weekend because he's very busy with school and suchwhat before the holiday break, which, okay, fine, even though I'm horribly impatient and want to get the show on the road to find out if we're compatible or not. That's my biggest problem, I think, with dating and relationships. I hate all the wasting time part: BOOM, I want to go out, see if we match, and either get on with the dating or cut the losses and move on. It's the sloooow molasses dripdrip of WAITING that is killing me, going SLOWLY, and I'm right at the point where I usually get fed up; I emailed him a response to his email last Thursday, and then haven't heard from him since (I told serialkarma this morning: I am thisclose to calling it quits with Captain. I am too impatient for this mess). I mean really, five days? Someone be my voice of reason because five days radio silence is when I start telling myself he's not really into me. Although, well, I have not called him or texted him or emailed him in those five days either -- shit, this is really making my head hurt.
I bring you the following email exchange between me and SK:
Me: I didn't see Captain this morning. I'm irritated. Of course, then My Coffee Guy made my day. I asked him for a chocolate croissant (DAMN YOU, that one is all your fault) and then asked him how much it was, with the coffee, and he was like $2, $2 is fine. And I said I never felt like I paid enough and then HE was all, "You could pay nothing sweetie, and it would be worth it." It made me vaguely feel like a prostitute, but I took the compliment and ran.
SK: *dies*
You took the chocolate croissant when you ran, too, right?
Me: UM, OF COURSE I DID.
Also, this little punk -- just when I'm ready to give up, Captain emails me a few minutes ago, long and detailed and funny and while he was at WORK, and damn him. DAMN HIM.
Captain, why you gotta tug my heart strings???
ps, Seymour still lives.