Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Confession Wednesday: Dating Confessions!
Ahem. Before I get started, I just have to clear something up. I was a little bit surprised by some of the comments I got on Monday's post. Until I went back and reread Monday's post and realized that I really did no justice to the poor guy that so kindly took me out on Saturday. He was exceptionally nice and the evening was not terrible. He was a little awkward and yes, he talked about his truck a lot, but I really think that's got more to do with his social skills than with any sort of male ego. Just wanted to make sure we got that understood.
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Dating. At some point in our lives, almost all of us have done it at least once.
And dating is fraught with all sorts of little secrets, which means plenty of fun little confessions!
Here's mine.
Sometimes, I'm not very nice.
In my dating-age life, there's been a recurring theme. I've been interested in a lot of different guys. And a couple of guys have actually (for obvious reasons) been interested in me.
The problem is, that almost never happens simultaneously.
Now, my solution to the unrequited crush is to become friends with the object of my affections. I learned in high school that friendship is better than just staring longingly (and rather pathetically) across the room while pretending to be talking to someone else.
Unfortunately, I haven't been so courteous when the situation is reversed.
In eleventh grade, there was this boy named Josh. I knew there was something off about him, and I heard some disturbing rumors that offered a possible explanation for the creepiness I felt whenever he got too near. He was tall and thin, but wore these over-sized button-up shirts and had hair that frequently went days without making the acquaintance of anything resembling shampoo.
We had a class together and Josh immediately took notice of me. At first, I didn't mind. Until it started to get a little uncomfortable. Then, I met his attentions with silence. I ignored him in the hallways, I barely spoke to him when we were paired together in lab assignments. I was horrible. And all over some unconfirmed rumors and questionable hygiene.
I broke up with a boyfriend right before I moved to Utah. Within a few months, I met Travis at work. At first, I sort of liked Travis, although I wasn't interested in dating him. Having only recently ended my first "grown up" relationship and harboring a mad crush on a really cute guy at church, I kept Travis at a distance for as long as I could. It's true, he turned a little stalkerish, but I handled that whole situation badly and started ignoring him to get him to leave me alone.
And then there was Bill.
Now, in my defense, there was something seriously wrong with Bill. Several things, actually. I did go out with him once, reluctantly, just to be nice and to silence a well-intentioned home teacher. But after that one date, I avoided Bill like the plague. He would try to talk to me and I literally walked away. He worked in the Admissions Office on campus. I would see him on my way through the building and quickly turn my head.
It's terrible. If I'm not interested in a guy that I know likes me, I ignore him until he goes away. Time and time again.
I so deserve to be single.
And now it's your turn! Grab the button above, link up down below and spill your juiciest dating confessions!
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"You know what they say. If you don't have anything nice to say about anybody, come sit by me."
~Clairee Belcher, Steel Magnolias