It's official. I'm sick of mooning over LB.
Since the big dinner making, he hasn't called. He hasn't texted. He hasn't e-mailed. And yeah, I'm sure he feels weird and doesn't know what to say. And I'm guessing he's still dating my friend. And really, isn't it better that he's leaving me alone and giving me time to get over this weird obsession?
Seriously, he's not that special. What the heck is wrong with me?
Why did I give in? I was making progress. But seeing him again and him still being such a great guy was not good for me.
I'm tired of thinking about him. I'm sick of being nice to his family not just because they're very nice to me, but because I want one of them to say to him, "Are you crazy? She's so great." I hate that my motivation to get up at 5 a.m. every morning and get on the treadmill or yoga mat is not so that I'll look good in my skinny jeans, but because I want to run into him randomly and him to think I look fabulous. To consider he made a big mistake. Ugh. I hate that I'm that girl. I make fun of those girls.
I am smart. I am confident. I am comfortable in social situations. I can discuss the economy, the upcoming NFL season, and argue the merits of domestic versus imported beer. I am a great cook. Men should be lining up for my pot roast and sports stats. I am a catch.
But I'm also realistic. Guys in my past I haven't been attracted to have gotten better jobs, lost weight, learned how to dress, and gained more confidence, but it doesn't make me more attracted. I don't regret not dating them. Ever. So why would I think this situation would be any different?
Because, at the end of the day, I can't get younger or shorter. I can't stop being who I am. And if who I am isn't good enough, that's his loss, right?
So in the spirit of moving on, I was talking to a friend of mine tonight at a work thing. We're casual friends and don't see each other often nor share deep secrets, but I was telling her that I would really like to meet someone. She suddenly has a thought. "Oh my gosh, I totally know someone. I mean, he's younger than you, but knowing both of you, I can totally see you together. He's such a nice guy. Laid-back. Down to earth. Smart. Funny."
I know what you're thinking... sounds perfect right? Just what I need to get over loser LB.
I ask how she knows him. He's her lawyer. Yep, you guessed it... the perfect guy for me, according to her, is LB. (I don't just mean a guy like him, I literally mean him. She knows HIM and wants to set us up.)
Ugh. Seriously. Attention universe... stop screwing with me!
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Ouch. What do you say to that one?!
Oh, Kristy. I wish I could tell you that I was cool and simply said I wasn't interested. Or screwed with him a bit and told her to go ahead and set it up. Instead, my jaw dropped and the verbal diarrhea set in.
I told her I did, in fact, know him and we were friends. "So you wouldn't want to date him?" she asked.
"I want to date him. He doesn't want to date me." I responded.
What's wrong with me?
L-Dawg it's totally not you! It's men. They are idiots even when you think they figured it out they haven't. You'll find the right one that will be better than you ever imagined.
Oh and I thought you looked fabulous the other day =)
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