But then again, what girl threads aren't hives of depressed awkwardness or spite?
It all started last summer. There was this cynical but comely lass who got along fairly well with me, and at this birthday party, we shared the last dance together, and were really the only ones dancing at that point, and when it was over and I puleld back, I could see something in her eye like she wanted to kiss me or something, but by then the moment had passed, and we parted ways. I then went to Mexico for two weeks, a college program for another three, and then school started back up.
I always felt more ... not so much nervous, as just generally out of my element around her than any other girl, really. Looking back at it, I think we liked each other well enough, but couldn't overcome incompatible personalities or interests or whatever excuse you want to paste on it.
Anyway, I took her to my winter dance, which ruthven, if he reads it , might recall as we ranted to each other at intervals about how pissed off we were with our women a lot back then, which was a complete and utter catastrophe, and I ended up just ditching her for the last dance and much of the evening, as she seemed to be purposely favoring other guys whenever I was around, but "looking for me all over" when I was away brooding. At the afterparty, which I hosted, no less, she was a complete wench (probably because she was pissed off rightly for my having ditched her rightly for the last dance), and tried to ignore me as well as possible. She told me she had had a good time when I dropped her off, but I later told her that I didn't believe her, but she continued to hold that she did.
I then went on and took her to my prom (going to an all male school, I have little chance to harvest more new women that I don't already know), this went decently regardless of her mocking me a little at the beginning, as while we were eating, I made a point of immediately eating when I was served. My friend's girlfriend pointed out, rather pretentiously, I should say, that I was demonstrating especially poor manners by eating before my date had been served, to which I responded, "If she were acting like a lady, I would treat her like one." BOOM. She was pretty subdued for the rest of the night and followed me around. I kissed her on the cheek while we were dancing, and she didn't seem to object or anything, but I was bored by the end of the dance, and we didn't talk or stay together at the afterparty.
I asked her to come to the movies with me twice (feeble, I know, but I just wanted to see the movies and discuss them on the way out, not so much pull moves), and both times she's had things 'come up' at the last minute. Alright, no sweat. I deleted her from my buddy list. She was no buddy of mine.
She talked to me a little over the summer once or twice, but nothing really major. Then suddenly, her all girls school is about to do a drama, and they were all begging me to audition, as I've been the lead of my school's musical, and principals in a lot of other shows. Alright, I gave in, I said I'd go, with the ulterior motive of cancelling once I'd auditioned and just socializing with some of the other girls there whom I hadn't seen in a while and talking with her.
But when she kept nagging me to ask other people I knew to try out, regardless of my telling her repeatedly that all the people I knew were doing my school's show (for which I had declined to audition), I told her bluntly that while I admired her drive and wished her luck in her hunt, I wasn't her six degrees of society b****. She retorted that whil I wasn't that, I was still her b****. Ok, death, destruction, hellfire. But! I saw this as a capital opportunity to find out what she used to think about me and have her tear me apart so I could figure out where I'd gone wrong with her and not make the same mistakes in the future.
Yes, I type uberproperly and rather philsophically late at night.
Ok, so I felt a little better, and she was ressurected from being dead to me. I hauled over to her school Tuesday for the audition scheme, when I found out that I was, in fact, the only male to have signed up, so the administration had chosen to change the show to an all girls drama instead. I went upstairs to find her after hearing of this and being pretty annoyed, and I found her sitting on the floor with some other girls, and I asked her what had happened, and she didn't get up, she didn't say hi, no hug, no acknowledgement, really. Another about-face. That really pissed me off, which I suspect was the purpose of the mind game, and so I left.
Am I wrong in not inviting her to my birthday party (which will be absolutely awesome :D) and severing all ties with her? Massassi, I ask for your advice!
It all started last summer. There was this cynical but comely lass who got along fairly well with me, and at this birthday party, we shared the last dance together, and were really the only ones dancing at that point, and when it was over and I puleld back, I could see something in her eye like she wanted to kiss me or something, but by then the moment had passed, and we parted ways. I then went to Mexico for two weeks, a college program for another three, and then school started back up.
I always felt more ... not so much nervous, as just generally out of my element around her than any other girl, really. Looking back at it, I think we liked each other well enough, but couldn't overcome incompatible personalities or interests or whatever excuse you want to paste on it.
Anyway, I took her to my winter dance, which ruthven, if he reads it , might recall as we ranted to each other at intervals about how pissed off we were with our women a lot back then, which was a complete and utter catastrophe, and I ended up just ditching her for the last dance and much of the evening, as she seemed to be purposely favoring other guys whenever I was around, but "looking for me all over" when I was away brooding. At the afterparty, which I hosted, no less, she was a complete wench (probably because she was pissed off rightly for my having ditched her rightly for the last dance), and tried to ignore me as well as possible. She told me she had had a good time when I dropped her off, but I later told her that I didn't believe her, but she continued to hold that she did.
I then went on and took her to my prom (going to an all male school, I have little chance to harvest more new women that I don't already know), this went decently regardless of her mocking me a little at the beginning, as while we were eating, I made a point of immediately eating when I was served. My friend's girlfriend pointed out, rather pretentiously, I should say, that I was demonstrating especially poor manners by eating before my date had been served, to which I responded, "If she were acting like a lady, I would treat her like one." BOOM. She was pretty subdued for the rest of the night and followed me around. I kissed her on the cheek while we were dancing, and she didn't seem to object or anything, but I was bored by the end of the dance, and we didn't talk or stay together at the afterparty.
I asked her to come to the movies with me twice (feeble, I know, but I just wanted to see the movies and discuss them on the way out, not so much pull moves), and both times she's had things 'come up' at the last minute. Alright, no sweat. I deleted her from my buddy list. She was no buddy of mine.
She talked to me a little over the summer once or twice, but nothing really major. Then suddenly, her all girls school is about to do a drama, and they were all begging me to audition, as I've been the lead of my school's musical, and principals in a lot of other shows. Alright, I gave in, I said I'd go, with the ulterior motive of cancelling once I'd auditioned and just socializing with some of the other girls there whom I hadn't seen in a while and talking with her.
But when she kept nagging me to ask other people I knew to try out, regardless of my telling her repeatedly that all the people I knew were doing my school's show (for which I had declined to audition), I told her bluntly that while I admired her drive and wished her luck in her hunt, I wasn't her six degrees of society b****. She retorted that whil I wasn't that, I was still her b****. Ok, death, destruction, hellfire. But! I saw this as a capital opportunity to find out what she used to think about me and have her tear me apart so I could figure out where I'd gone wrong with her and not make the same mistakes in the future.
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Grismath: But I never much understood why we never hit off. Any ideas? Go ahead, rip me apart. I'm in one of those weird self-improvement cycles.
She: hold up, what? what are you talking about?
Grismath: I'm using what might become a rousing argument to try to gain insight on how you think/thought of me so that I can improve my outward image.
She: ok, you need to be a little more specific on what it is you want to know
Grismath: Whatever you've got. How am I supposed to know? I can only make inferences. Where I was weird, creepy, or just plain stupid. Where or if I might have been witty, admirable, or generally pleasant to be around. Or don't say anything.
She: well, to start off with, you're pretty much always pleasant to be around, you're probably one of the nicest guys i know
She: the only time i can remember you being an *** was at devon winter semi, because i seriously thought you were mad at me and i looked for you for the enitre last dance but couldn't find you anywhere
She: but, otherwise you've always been, well, great
She: you're fun to be around, a little crazy sometimes, but thats just you
Grismath: Really? That's really touching.
She: don't mock me
She: or were you being serious?
Grismath: No, I'm being serious.
Grismath: Were you?
She: yes, i wouldn't joke about that
She: hold up, what? what are you talking about?
Grismath: I'm using what might become a rousing argument to try to gain insight on how you think/thought of me so that I can improve my outward image.
She: ok, you need to be a little more specific on what it is you want to know
Grismath: Whatever you've got. How am I supposed to know? I can only make inferences. Where I was weird, creepy, or just plain stupid. Where or if I might have been witty, admirable, or generally pleasant to be around. Or don't say anything.
She: well, to start off with, you're pretty much always pleasant to be around, you're probably one of the nicest guys i know
She: the only time i can remember you being an *** was at devon winter semi, because i seriously thought you were mad at me and i looked for you for the enitre last dance but couldn't find you anywhere
She: but, otherwise you've always been, well, great
She: you're fun to be around, a little crazy sometimes, but thats just you
Grismath: Really? That's really touching.
She: don't mock me
She: or were you being serious?
Grismath: No, I'm being serious.
Grismath: Were you?
She: yes, i wouldn't joke about that
Yes, I type uberproperly and rather philsophically late at night.
Ok, so I felt a little better, and she was ressurected from being dead to me. I hauled over to her school Tuesday for the audition scheme, when I found out that I was, in fact, the only male to have signed up, so the administration had chosen to change the show to an all girls drama instead. I went upstairs to find her after hearing of this and being pretty annoyed, and I found her sitting on the floor with some other girls, and I asked her what had happened, and she didn't get up, she didn't say hi, no hug, no acknowledgement, really. Another about-face. That really pissed me off, which I suspect was the purpose of the mind game, and so I left.
Am I wrong in not inviting her to my birthday party (which will be absolutely awesome :D) and severing all ties with her? Massassi, I ask for your advice!