Seeing your ex is never fun. (Emo post)
Well, I'm sure that all two of you know that I saw Jaimie today when I visited CCRI... it really wasn't a pleasant experience.
It was by pure chance that both of us had decided to visit the school that day. The people that I came to visit were running for whatever reason, and I was already in a bad mood to begin with. I had noticed that someone who was Asian, resembling Jaimie, was hanging around the anime club table, but I didn't take the time to go investigate. I played a few games of Magic while I waited for my friends to show up (which they did... eventually.) But as I went over to see Nicole, the Asian girl looked at me. My worst fears came true, and it ended up being Jaimie.
We said Hi, and then hugged briefly. She seemed scared an reluctant to see me, and overall treated me as if I were some sort of predatory, vengeful ex-boyfriend. We walked around for a little bit, talking about how things were going in our now-separate lives. The entire situation was awkward, and she didn't seem very happy at all to see me.
Things went alright, but it was the after-effect that really got to me. I started to realize why she broke up with me in the first place: I'm different. I am who I choose to be, and I guess most women can't accept that. I'm not Mr. Johnny Crewcut, or Army Steve. I don't believe in most of the rules of dating... especially those pertaining to me needlessly spending money on girls when they really don't deserve it. Just like any guy, I have my flaws. Even if my flaws seem greater in number, and bearing the fact that more than half of the people I know can't name three redeeming qualities about me, I'm perfectly comfortable with the kind of person I choose to be: The quiet, effeminate Philosopher.
And that's perfectly fine with me. If knowing and embracing what you are happens to place you in an unfavorable position in this caste-based dating system, then it's no fault of my own for being who I am.
Ignorance is bliss.
(If you disagree with any of the above, well, that's kinda too bad.)
It was by pure chance that both of us had decided to visit the school that day. The people that I came to visit were running for whatever reason, and I was already in a bad mood to begin with. I had noticed that someone who was Asian, resembling Jaimie, was hanging around the anime club table, but I didn't take the time to go investigate. I played a few games of Magic while I waited for my friends to show up (which they did... eventually.) But as I went over to see Nicole, the Asian girl looked at me. My worst fears came true, and it ended up being Jaimie.
We said Hi, and then hugged briefly. She seemed scared an reluctant to see me, and overall treated me as if I were some sort of predatory, vengeful ex-boyfriend. We walked around for a little bit, talking about how things were going in our now-separate lives. The entire situation was awkward, and she didn't seem very happy at all to see me.
Things went alright, but it was the after-effect that really got to me. I started to realize why she broke up with me in the first place: I'm different. I am who I choose to be, and I guess most women can't accept that. I'm not Mr. Johnny Crewcut, or Army Steve. I don't believe in most of the rules of dating... especially those pertaining to me needlessly spending money on girls when they really don't deserve it. Just like any guy, I have my flaws. Even if my flaws seem greater in number, and bearing the fact that more than half of the people I know can't name three redeeming qualities about me, I'm perfectly comfortable with the kind of person I choose to be: The quiet, effeminate Philosopher.
And that's perfectly fine with me. If knowing and embracing what you are happens to place you in an unfavorable position in this caste-based dating system, then it's no fault of my own for being who I am.
Ignorance is bliss.
(If you disagree with any of the above, well, that's kinda too bad.)