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…and I’m not sure I want to go through it.
This past Friday night I chatted online briefly with an old high school crush, with whom I’ve had a tenuous on/off again, why-can’t-we-date relationship since about 2005. She’s like some sort of forbidden fruit, always beyond my grasp. Well, during the chatting, we decided to meet for drinks. It was such an informal set-up that I’m still having a hard time deciding if it was/wasn’t a date, though it definitely smelled strongly of “let’s see what happens.” We didn’t have a blast, but I didn’t find it particularly boring either. It was nice to be with a girl since it’s been a long, long, long time since I’ve had the chance to go on a “date.”
The emotions which have been involved after the fact, though, can drive a person mad. And I absolutely despise the “rubrics” of dating and interacting with the opposite sex. In a way, it feels like a labyrinth with eggshell floors and glass ceilings. It doesn’t help a person’s integrity when “liking a girl” must mean putting on the Ritz: why can’t I just wear my blue jeans and a t-shirt and engage you in modest conversation, perhaps buying you a couple drinks or something to snack on? This is what you’re getting, in the end. It’s not that I don’t think more of you, but I don’t want to build up false images and pretences. My liking you has nothing to do with what I wear or don’t wear, wear I take you to dine, but the simple fact that I want to be with you and have a good time.
I don’t know what’ll happen with this girl. I’m going to call on Thursday and ask her to the movies. I don’t expect her to answer the phone or reply to her voicemail, and while that will hurt, maybe it’s just as well – not because I don’t like her, because I always have, but the emotion and the drama just kills me.
This past Friday night I chatted online briefly with an old high school crush, with whom I’ve had a tenuous on/off again, why-can’t-we-date relationship since about 2005. She’s like some sort of forbidden fruit, always beyond my grasp. Well, during the chatting, we decided to meet for drinks. It was such an informal set-up that I’m still having a hard time deciding if it was/wasn’t a date, though it definitely smelled strongly of “let’s see what happens.” We didn’t have a blast, but I didn’t find it particularly boring either. It was nice to be with a girl since it’s been a long, long, long time since I’ve had the chance to go on a “date.”
The emotions which have been involved after the fact, though, can drive a person mad. And I absolutely despise the “rubrics” of dating and interacting with the opposite sex. In a way, it feels like a labyrinth with eggshell floors and glass ceilings. It doesn’t help a person’s integrity when “liking a girl” must mean putting on the Ritz: why can’t I just wear my blue jeans and a t-shirt and engage you in modest conversation, perhaps buying you a couple drinks or something to snack on? This is what you’re getting, in the end. It’s not that I don’t think more of you, but I don’t want to build up false images and pretences. My liking you has nothing to do with what I wear or don’t wear, wear I take you to dine, but the simple fact that I want to be with you and have a good time.
I don’t know what’ll happen with this girl. I’m going to call on Thursday and ask her to the movies. I don’t expect her to answer the phone or reply to her voicemail, and while that will hurt, maybe it’s just as well – not because I don’t like her, because I always have, but the emotion and the drama just kills me.