Safeway--The Meat Section
It was a like a bad 80's flick. I was standing there just waiting for Molly Ringwald to come out, and if she had I would have gladly given up my role in the movie. She is a pro a the akward confession of love in wierd places.
I said it. I said, "I like you." Amongst many other things. It didn't come out perfect or remotely right. I suppose if it had then it would not have been real because I am not perfect nor remotely right.
It was in the Safeway down by the Dakotas on Rainier Ave (for you Seattle folks). Funny thing is...I was pissed at him, hurt by some comments he had made, jealous, and upset about things in INDY with my family. One should not spill their feelings in such a state, but that was the moment I chose. Even funnier...my pastor walked by during this 9:30pm Safeway--Meat Section conversation the resulted in my present broken heart. Funny! I am telling you it was truly like a bad 80's flick.
Not to mention he tried to play the nice guy role...saying, "I appreciate you. I just don't think of you like. I am so honored that you would tell me." See I knew what he meant because we had talked about how he turns women down. He used the exact same line with me that he told me he used with other women. I looked him in his face and said, "Please do not flatter me. I am going to say thank you for listening and you are going to say you are welcome. You won't say anythingelse after that. You won't try to flatter me or make sure that I am going to be ok becuase I deserve my time to wallow in this." He looked at me and said, "Ok. Your welcome." BUT, then he kept going. He said, "Are you going to be ok?" I said, "Yes. I am GOING to be fine." Then he said, "Give me a hug." What the hell? No, don't hug a girl whom you just told I don't think of you like that...to make a long story short I was rushed out of the Safeway by my housemate...oh, is that a story in itself. My life is a damn movie. Comparison movie...I can't think of one, but let us just say the object of her affection does not share her feelings for numerous reasons but one really big one...such as the kind of people that I like...if you get what I mean.
What the hell? Are you for real?!?!?!
I still like Glenn, but now that he knows how I feel and I know how he feels I am much freer to be myself. AND well, that was the goal in the end. The goal was not to get him (while that would have been nice), but the goal was to feel free form my feelings and I do. I feel free to be me...even the me that is hurt and broken hearted.
Well, paz...I have to study for my deviance mid-term.
I said it. I said, "I like you." Amongst many other things. It didn't come out perfect or remotely right. I suppose if it had then it would not have been real because I am not perfect nor remotely right.
It was in the Safeway down by the Dakotas on Rainier Ave (for you Seattle folks). Funny thing is...I was pissed at him, hurt by some comments he had made, jealous, and upset about things in INDY with my family. One should not spill their feelings in such a state, but that was the moment I chose. Even funnier...my pastor walked by during this 9:30pm Safeway--Meat Section conversation the resulted in my present broken heart. Funny! I am telling you it was truly like a bad 80's flick.
Not to mention he tried to play the nice guy role...saying, "I appreciate you. I just don't think of you like. I am so honored that you would tell me." See I knew what he meant because we had talked about how he turns women down. He used the exact same line with me that he told me he used with other women. I looked him in his face and said, "Please do not flatter me. I am going to say thank you for listening and you are going to say you are welcome. You won't say anythingelse after that. You won't try to flatter me or make sure that I am going to be ok becuase I deserve my time to wallow in this." He looked at me and said, "Ok. Your welcome." BUT, then he kept going. He said, "Are you going to be ok?" I said, "Yes. I am GOING to be fine." Then he said, "Give me a hug." What the hell? No, don't hug a girl whom you just told I don't think of you like that...to make a long story short I was rushed out of the Safeway by my housemate...oh, is that a story in itself. My life is a damn movie. Comparison movie...I can't think of one, but let us just say the object of her affection does not share her feelings for numerous reasons but one really big one...such as the kind of people that I like...if you get what I mean.
What the hell? Are you for real?!?!?!
I still like Glenn, but now that he knows how I feel and I know how he feels I am much freer to be myself. AND well, that was the goal in the end. The goal was not to get him (while that would have been nice), but the goal was to feel free form my feelings and I do. I feel free to be me...even the me that is hurt and broken hearted.
Well, paz...I have to study for my deviance mid-term.