I've gotta go before I do something stupid...
So, I believe that I've mentioned my intern related problems previously in this blog. Many people had many brilliant things to say, and they were all very helpful and I decided that I'd take the problem right to the source, but being a white-bread-chicken-shit-mother-fucker I couldn't think of a way to do it face to face, for various reasons.
So being the brilliant and with it guy I told her that I had this personal conflict and that she was probably the best person to talk to about it. Naturally she was this conflict and when I dodged around the fact that I liked her, and finally said it, I felt kind of silly and I haven't really heard back from her. I mean, I suppose there are lots of reasons, but in the end it was the right decision made in a stupid way.
I guess it's important to be honest. But that's just me, and it's all right because not much is going to happen.
An Update...
Plymouth was covered in a light drizzle, the sky was this kind of light gray that the sun was barely penetrating. It was chilly, and the parking lot was empty as I leaned up against the loading dock.
I had told her that I liked her, and that I felt silly for saying so. My feeling ashamed about that statement was a recurrent theme, and the truth is that I wasn't ashamed at all, it's just that I really didn't want to have the oncoming conversation and I was trying to defuse it with jokes.
She had an umbrella, it leaned against her shoulder, at least one of us had thought things through.
It's of course very flattering to be liked by someone, especially if that someone is me. I got the sense that this was a let me down gently conversation, she talked about going back to school in only a few days, and I understood that.
Then came that word.
Nice?
Nice. I hate the word as I hate Hell, all Mountagues and Thee.
Well, that was not my thought, but the general sense of it, thee left vague and undefined because it certainly was not Allison. I am still markedly fond of her, she's truly a fantastic woman.
I think that I got upset enough last night, waiting and anticipating. Right now I'm kind of happy to have these things out of the way, not hanging above my head like the sword of Damocles.
Maybe it'll work out, maybe it won't, but I don't think that the timing was good. We'll see what happens.
So being the brilliant and with it guy I told her that I had this personal conflict and that she was probably the best person to talk to about it. Naturally she was this conflict and when I dodged around the fact that I liked her, and finally said it, I felt kind of silly and I haven't really heard back from her. I mean, I suppose there are lots of reasons, but in the end it was the right decision made in a stupid way.
I guess it's important to be honest. But that's just me, and it's all right because not much is going to happen.
An Update...
Plymouth was covered in a light drizzle, the sky was this kind of light gray that the sun was barely penetrating. It was chilly, and the parking lot was empty as I leaned up against the loading dock.
I had told her that I liked her, and that I felt silly for saying so. My feeling ashamed about that statement was a recurrent theme, and the truth is that I wasn't ashamed at all, it's just that I really didn't want to have the oncoming conversation and I was trying to defuse it with jokes.
She had an umbrella, it leaned against her shoulder, at least one of us had thought things through.
It's of course very flattering to be liked by someone, especially if that someone is me. I got the sense that this was a let me down gently conversation, she talked about going back to school in only a few days, and I understood that.
Then came that word.
Nice?
Nice. I hate the word as I hate Hell, all Mountagues and Thee.
Well, that was not my thought, but the general sense of it, thee left vague and undefined because it certainly was not Allison. I am still markedly fond of her, she's truly a fantastic woman.
I think that I got upset enough last night, waiting and anticipating. Right now I'm kind of happy to have these things out of the way, not hanging above my head like the sword of Damocles.
Maybe it'll work out, maybe it won't, but I don't think that the timing was good. We'll see what happens.