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Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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Boys are dumb. Girls are mean. Hence, the bruises.
It seems that over the course of various conversations, we have developed some theories as to how and why relationships between guys and girls can be so confusing and difficult - DRAMA. Here is where we share those thoughts, along with other various ventings.
Bottom line: We have good thoughts. They deserve to be heard.
Bottom line: We have good thoughts. They deserve to be heard.
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Oh no! What does this mean!? Enlighten us, Nicole.
I agree with everything that's been said above.
I mean, was there a convo? Some undeniable sign? What's going on???
Monday night: personal invite to game night. Got a late text "can't come." I say something witty and hint at slam poetry the next night and say "have a good night"
Response: Thanks pal.
Tuesday: i text about picking up papers at Watkins office, he forgets; i ask if he's on campus any today
Response: No, i'm meeting with a guy from mosaic.
Today: ran into him between classes; texted later about missing a great chapel service; he mentions wanting to go; i offer a story exchange over coffee
Response: does fuller do chapel podcasts?
my response:
i think so
Ugh. Seriously?
What are your current feelings about Amy's "information"?
BOOOO! This is why I hate texting, with all of my heart. What does any of it mean? Not as though verbal communication can give much more confidence but at least we know tone of voice and environmental influences. My opinion: Ban texting. And maybe ban boys too. I'm willing to take a vote on the latter.
I'm on board with you, Kelli. Except...as soon as I finished explaining the last three days of texts to you girls, he initiated a random fb chat (just as confusing as texting, btw).
ugh.
I can't predict, or expect, what he would do. I know I'd like to see him respond to something about coffee, but then again he's done that in the past...and he came to Jeff's.
In short, I can't evaluate seemingly disconnected actions any longer. Mostly for my sake. I can say that --with the exception of explicitly stating "hey, i like you"--I've "put" myself in his world. There's no particular chess move that either he or I SHOULD take next. A little bummed? Perhaps. A little proud of myself? For sure.
Does this mean I'll stop talking to him? Of course not. But at the end of the day, I am worth it. And I'm quite content in that knowledge alone.
PS-I recognize that this comes after a night (or three) of pouting. But I've made it ;) I hope I don't use mj as an "teaching lesson" in learning to love myself and what I have to offer, but I do appreciate you journeying through my pre-pubescent angst. So glad I'm writing this post in the library and people can see the Twilight background.
PPS-I love you all.
A little proud? I'm a lot proud! Not only for "putting yourself out there", "opening the door", "giving the green light" or whatever other irritating analogy one may come up with, but for being able to allow yourself to pout & still realize that you ARE MOST DEFINITELY WORTH IT!
You hear me? There are no mixed messages coming from this blog: You may not be 25 (a fact which I grow to love more and more everyday), but you are beautiful, intelligent, and wicked awesome.
texting ban day 1: successful. a minor sigh here or there (or i guess your average 'heres and theres') but otherwise still feeling proud. ;)
then again, it's only 5:47p. ha!
I agree with the enforcer completely.after all she is the enforcer. You are the bomb digity for handling "the situation" aka mike, so well.
and I STILL am out of the 25 thing. Did we ever elaborate on that post?
ha...i don't know if i've handled it well. but i am officially the friend. i may have said that a few days ago, haha. but it's true now...
at least this time i'm not AS sad as i was before. i think. ;)
and i'll work on 25 soon. i'm feeling less than 25, so it may take time...
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