Y’know what? I hate being almost 30 and single. If only for the fact that I feel way too old to be going through this shit.
All the to-ing and fro-ing. Wondering if they actually might like me or if I’m just building fairytales in my head (which I will do anyway because I’m just lame that way). It’s a load of bollocks that I still feel like I have the same mentality when it comes to “boys” as I did when I was a teenager, only with slightly better self esteem.
Yeah. I think I like a boy. I think that I’m hoping he likes me back but who’s to really say with these kinda things. I didn’t think to like him. He was upfront and intriguing and somewhat annoying. There is where I should have known. I have a theory that if they’re annoying and I still want to talk to them, I’m in all kinds of trouble. I hate this girliness of wondering.
Sigh. I suck at dating. And relationships. And meeting people who I end up liking with the sad knowledge that there is a 99% chance this will end, and probably not well. Again, sigh.
