The one not wanted.
"Where are you now?
Memory fades, you take a bow."
The one not wanted.
The better part of the past few years I've been the one on the receiving end of the "Dear John" letters, and "you're not my type" concession speeches. For the first time in a long while I'm having to turn down an available, young lady. "Why?," you ask dear reader. Because she's completely and utterly delusional.
This is a young lady that I've been friends with via the internet, knowing that's all it'd be, for a couple years now. She's a friend of a friend, and we always joked that we were the same person, just lived in different cities and had different parts.
Well, she came to town, to hang out with her friend and I. Now, I made it known, as I always have, that friends is all that it would be. Then she drops the bomb, that she "likes" me. As in "likes likes." Eek. I promptly told her that, as I had always said, I didn't like her in that way.
Her time here came and passed, and I only ended up hanging out with her one night. I actually nixxed rolling again because it just flat out made me uncomfortable. ... and this is where we remain. Now I feel like I cannot be friends with her anymore. All my female "just friends" friends have a line that doesn't get crossed. Well, she crossed that line. Now I cannot talk, joke, or just generally make comments about women with her. Her reply will always be "you could have me." Again, no comfort on my end.
Add to all that the bombshell that she's thinking of moving here. Jeez. That's a bit much.
So I've decided that I, for the first time in a long while, will have to start a letter "Dear ______,". It hurts me a bit to do this, but I'm not being harsh. Its just a bad situation she's put me in, and looking to put me in a even more disturbing place. I mean, moving to my town, even though I've turned her down. That's just not right.
Until next time:
"It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over." - Edna St. Vincent Millay
Memory fades, you take a bow."
The one not wanted.
The better part of the past few years I've been the one on the receiving end of the "Dear John" letters, and "you're not my type" concession speeches. For the first time in a long while I'm having to turn down an available, young lady. "Why?," you ask dear reader. Because she's completely and utterly delusional.
This is a young lady that I've been friends with via the internet, knowing that's all it'd be, for a couple years now. She's a friend of a friend, and we always joked that we were the same person, just lived in different cities and had different parts.
Well, she came to town, to hang out with her friend and I. Now, I made it known, as I always have, that friends is all that it would be. Then she drops the bomb, that she "likes" me. As in "likes likes." Eek. I promptly told her that, as I had always said, I didn't like her in that way.
Her time here came and passed, and I only ended up hanging out with her one night. I actually nixxed rolling again because it just flat out made me uncomfortable. ... and this is where we remain. Now I feel like I cannot be friends with her anymore. All my female "just friends" friends have a line that doesn't get crossed. Well, she crossed that line. Now I cannot talk, joke, or just generally make comments about women with her. Her reply will always be "you could have me." Again, no comfort on my end.
Add to all that the bombshell that she's thinking of moving here. Jeez. That's a bit much.
So I've decided that I, for the first time in a long while, will have to start a letter "Dear ______,". It hurts me a bit to do this, but I'm not being harsh. Its just a bad situation she's put me in, and looking to put me in a even more disturbing place. I mean, moving to my town, even though I've turned her down. That's just not right.
Until next time:
"It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over." - Edna St. Vincent Millay
posted by The Big Man | 1/22/2008 09:35:00 PM
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