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May. 16th, 2003 10:20 pmI am confused, and depressed.
I will tell you this story from the beginning.
I liked this guy for a really long time. Since I was like nine, I think. Anyway, about two years ago we "went out". It never went anywhere. This was before I was even slightly developed. All there was to look at was my face. And even I didn't think that was the prettiest thing ever.
Anyway, I still liked him after we broke up, I still like him. But we are friends first. And I know he doesn't like me. At my bat-mitzvah, he made out with my friend. Doesn't that say something? Anyway, I see him, we flirt, that's how it goes.
So tonight I tell my parents that he might be coming to visit this summer. They go into their whole you guys can hang out, you can show him some cool places since you can take the subways, blah blah blah. And I say that I still like him in a way (and probably always will) and that I know he doesn't like me, and I respect that. My mom goes into the whole "His feelings might change, you know..." and "You always seem to manifest what you want, it just seems to happen." And then to top it off she goes onto say "You guys can hang out alone too..." Not only do my parents have saz attacks every time I say the word "dating", they are spazzy about the ages of guys that I am friends with. And now they tell me that the guy I like/liked is their idea of a respectable guy. Yes they know him, yes they know his parents. But they approve of a guy I worked hard to get myself over. I'm still not over him, I admit this! But I no longer cry when I see him with another girl, and that is an improvement.
I just don't get it...
::remembers something::
::pales a little::
I remember my parents and his talking about aranged marriges. No! That doesn't mean that we are arranged... but there was the suggestion made, jokingly (though a joke is something that you want to be real but you don't want to admit it so you make it into a joke to... laugh at it... anyway...) that this guy and I get married in the future or we have an arranged marrige. Strange. Our parents approve of our dating... the only preventing it is us! Ho weird is that?
Anyway... I once again have rambled on...
Cerulean Sky
I will tell you this story from the beginning.
I liked this guy for a really long time. Since I was like nine, I think. Anyway, about two years ago we "went out". It never went anywhere. This was before I was even slightly developed. All there was to look at was my face. And even I didn't think that was the prettiest thing ever.
Anyway, I still liked him after we broke up, I still like him. But we are friends first. And I know he doesn't like me. At my bat-mitzvah, he made out with my friend. Doesn't that say something? Anyway, I see him, we flirt, that's how it goes.
So tonight I tell my parents that he might be coming to visit this summer. They go into their whole you guys can hang out, you can show him some cool places since you can take the subways, blah blah blah. And I say that I still like him in a way (and probably always will) and that I know he doesn't like me, and I respect that. My mom goes into the whole "His feelings might change, you know..." and "You always seem to manifest what you want, it just seems to happen." And then to top it off she goes onto say "You guys can hang out alone too..." Not only do my parents have saz attacks every time I say the word "dating", they are spazzy about the ages of guys that I am friends with. And now they tell me that the guy I like/liked is their idea of a respectable guy. Yes they know him, yes they know his parents. But they approve of a guy I worked hard to get myself over. I'm still not over him, I admit this! But I no longer cry when I see him with another girl, and that is an improvement.
I just don't get it...
::remembers something::
::pales a little::
I remember my parents and his talking about aranged marriges. No! That doesn't mean that we are arranged... but there was the suggestion made, jokingly (though a joke is something that you want to be real but you don't want to admit it so you make it into a joke to... laugh at it... anyway...) that this guy and I get married in the future or we have an arranged marrige. Strange. Our parents approve of our dating... the only preventing it is us! Ho weird is that?
Anyway... I once again have rambled on...
Cerulean Sky