I'm fast losing faith in the species we call "male"... Bus Boy saga #4/??
I shouldn't be posting this late at night, or today at all really - but I was just so damn... angry. And hurt. And I feel so ... pathetic.
You can ignore if you want - just my attention-seeking and self-pitying ranting. ;P
By the way - a BIG THANK YOU to the wonderful
antisocialite who listened to me wail tonight for no good reason!
So. Bus Boy refers to a guy who, sometime last year, started randomly talking to me on the bus one day. We had a fairway decent conversation, but I refused his request for an email or MSN adress.
OK. Fine.
The few times I've seen him since then (on the bus, and once last week at a function) he's always given me the really obvious sort of smirk and cold shoulder. Huh. I was a bit annoyed, but that too was fine. He didn't mean anything to me - he was just someone to talk to about with my friends and laugh over.
Today, he sat behind me with another friend - sort of pushing one of my own friends into the corner (she was in the back row) - and was just generally an abusive jerk. I had an inkling on the bus itself (mostly because my friend kept asking me if I knew them) - but when I got out, she told me what he had said about me. He called me a manwhore. I wasn't even sure what that meant at first.
I... I mean, what the hell. Out of all the names to call me - that one? I'm a lot of things, but a bloody slut isn't one of them.
And what the hell was his problem anyway? But all that aside... my anger and irritation (and amusement, to a certain extent, I suppose) - it raised a bigger question.
Am I... am I pathetic to feel sad, not because of the insult, but because I actually thought someone intelligent and nice (which he was, I suppose, at the time) would want to talk to me?
Is that such an implausible idea?
*sighs*
I need to snap out of my daydreams and internet ramblings and get serious with what I know at least I can do - get a career. Make money. Help people, no matter what they may think of me.
And besides - my girls are more than enough for me. Who needs jerks anyway?
I should be out of this funk by tomorrow, and I really need some sleep, so I'm going to pack it in. If you have read this, thank you. You guys are the best. :)