Disclaimer: the following may seem like it’s coming from a 13-year-old cause apparently that’s the age level of my social development.
I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck!!!
I’m an intelligent, educated person with varied interests and a moderate sense of humor. I can hold good conversations and enjoy activities both little and small. And while I’m not Gisele I’m not the Elephant Man either. There is absolutely no reason why I shouldn’t have the confidence to go up to someone I’m attracted to and at least fucking say “hello.”
In the ongoing pathetic saga of my infatuation with that guy I have had the misfortune to only work with 3 TIMES(!), this week has been filled with turmoil and crap. Wednesday. Wednesday was the day I was supposed to run into him after not having seen him since May. The plan was to strike up a brief conversation and I had even gone armed with ammo from the stories that came out of Tuesday night’s fiasco at the theater which I know he was there for. And I looked good (for me) on Wednesday. I actually looked like a girl. I wore my painful shoes and all of that. And was he even there? NO!
So fine, I can live with that. I need to get over this whole thing anyway. A) he’s probably gay and B) if he isn’t gay, he’s probably dating one of the other 6 girls from the theater that he works with way more than me. Yes, I do think in silly sitcom cliches. You know, never mind that he’s one of the few people I’ve met as an adult that I felt an instant connection to. Never mind that he’s basically my exact type except that he doesn’t wear glasses and he’s going bald (it’s like really bad). And of course in my warped mind I feel like if we only had the chance to work together more we could at least turn out to be good friends.
Back to the story.
Because I was dressed up on Wednesday, the past two days I haven’t put a lot of effort in to my wardrobe as my office doesn’t care. I’ve been all jeans and messy hair. This morning, I decide to go one stop past my normal exit on the red line to do a slightly shorter walk to the office as I’m in the middle of a wonderful book, I wanted the extra 2 minutes to read. Get out, go to Dunkin Donuts and guess who is there! He’s in the “Beverage Only” line and I have to get a bagel with my coffee so I get in the other line. He doesn’t have his iPod on or anything. I eventually end up standing right behind him. AND DO I SAY ANYTHING?
Of course I don’t. I actually go out of my way to be unobservant and blend into the background. I’m the most socially inept person I’ve ever met – though I haven’t met many people because I’m so effing socially inept. I used to think that I’m just a shy person but now I think there is more to it than that. And because of this, I’m going to grow into an old spinster that knows a lot about TV shows and vampires and has absolutely nothing to show for any kind of companionship…EVER!
God, in reading this over I come off as so pathetic and such a big loser. Somewhere in my growing up, the whole part about conversing with the opposite sex completely passed me by. Was it because a tragedy of huge proportions happened right as I was becoming a teenager? Is it because I have daddy issues?
Or is it because I just plain SUCK! Seriously, why are some of you even friends with me. I obviously have no business being out in society.
End rant. Happy Friday.












