Le Sigh.
So for those of you who've suffered through my angsty teenaged laments over the same guy for the past year and a half or so, a small breakthrough may have been made. There was much emailing back and forth, many awkward compliments and apologies over imaginary slights, and then I received a small slew of praise that ended in '...and you're pretty'.
B'DAAAAWWWW. D:
So I email him back with a general message followed by my own collection of praise for him.
It appears that we've reached some sort of plateau, a no-man's land in which neither of us know what the fuck we're doing, and this constant flinging of compliments at each other with no substantial follow-up is beginning to remind me of monkeys flinging poo at each other. Except the monkeys are nervous people, and the poo is flowery and sugar-coated.
B'DAAAAWWWW. D:
So I email him back with a general message followed by my own collection of praise for him.
It appears that we've reached some sort of plateau, a no-man's land in which neither of us know what the fuck we're doing, and this constant flinging of compliments at each other with no substantial follow-up is beginning to remind me of monkeys flinging poo at each other. Except the monkeys are nervous people, and the poo is flowery and sugar-coated.