2009
March 19, 2009So, there’s this girl… (as most of these kind of stories start)
I really like her – she knows this. She really likes me – I know this. She’s kinda seeing someone else… they’re not in a relationship, she doesn’t and won’t refer to him as her boyfriend, they’re not serious at the moment and she doesn’t think he’s that interested. She knows I am interested – but she’s decided to see where things go with The-Other-Guy…
By her own admission this other guy is “not all that good-looking” and the only things I hear from her about him are negative (except what he does for a living, which I’ll admit is pretty good) From what I’ve gathered I’m in many ways better than this guy, and seemingly am willing to go further for her than him… Why am I the one on the sidelines? She’s known this guy for longer than she’s known me, but have only been seeing one another for a short while… She’s emphatically told me not to wait for her, but that’s exactly what she’s doing for this guy!!
This begs me to ask a question I’ve been struggling with for a long long time; one which I can’t seem to get an answer to despite it’s simplicity… I’m not asking for the meaning of life, the truth on life-after-death, is there a God – or anything like that, my question is infinity easy to answer than that, but no ones seems to be able to answer it… Perhaps they’re just honouring the Social Contract in not answering, or pitying and patronising me with their answers, but I’d just prefer some clear, simple, honest answers from my friends… All I want to know the answer to is “What’s wrong with me??
NOthing’s wrong with you except that you’re asking that question. Believe you’re worth it and so will other people. It’s that arrogance thing I was telling you about. Until you get some confidence in yourself (and that confidence would be very well-placed) you’ll be overlooked. Which is probably why I never fell for you, in case you were wondering. If that’s not an honest answer, I don’t know what is!
Meanwhile I talk nothing but shit about the guys I like: ‘oh, he’s ugly, he’s arrogant, he never goes out of his way for me or anyone else, he’s stringing me along, he’s stupid, he thinks he’s all that, he likes taxidermy and poetry for crying out loud’ (all examples totally made up) – and so on, and so forth. But the more I bitch about a person, usually, the more I *actually* like him. Sounds like I’m not the only one. Can’t put a finger on what it is about The Other Guy, but your friend likes him almost despite herself, and that intrigues her enough to keep waiting. I know the feeling all too well.