Last night I re-added GamerBoy to my friends on Myspace (it’s possible I de-friended him about year ago for being overly cheeky… my, how times have changed!) And now he wants to, as the kids say, hang out. So immediately (and laughably) I am freaking out. Seriously. You don’t even want to know.
This will be because I hate this part. You know, the part where I feel compelled to obsess over every single little thing I don’t like about him, in an attempt to convince myself that any further contact would be a bad idea? Yah… Wait, I don’t do that. (Yes I do.)
First -It’s his name. I don’t like it. I’m not actually going to tell you what it is (though if we start seeing more of each other I will probably have to think up a good fake name…), but let me just say that it’s, well, not sexy.
Second – It’s the ADD. He’s very jumpy at times, and while that can be cute, I don’t exactly need a guy who’s going to be jumping all over me. I’m finicky, and just a little too tightly-wound… I need someone who can, shall we say, take it slow.
Third – He skateboards. Okay?
Fourth – He’s, like, so California. He even has a tan. And says the word “dude”… a lot. (Yes, okay – I know I do it too, but I am being ironic!)
And fifth – I can just tell he’s not… *sigh*… “The One.”
But he does amuse me. And I do like seeing him.
Maybe it doesn’t have to be this hard.
Maybe we can just hang out. Maybe I can just be clear. Maybe I can have a guy friend… who thinks I’m cute… and nearly has a fit every time I wear a skirt… Damnit. That’s not going to work, is it? Unless I want to be like… a string-thing. (or would the fact that I’d be stringing him along make him the string thing?)
I don’t know. It’s possible I am just bored. And that is no good reason to start dating someone. Unless I really, really want to be a bitch. Which, incidentally, I don’t.
(Just kidding! I promise you I am not that cynical… anymore!)