On Women and Dating Here at WAC
Oct. 12th, 2004 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerThis was to be a misc. thought, but (not surprisingly) it went on longer.
I had a small handful of prospective girls I was interested in dating. Two, it appears, are taken, one with a boyfriend back home and another dating someone here. Ah well. Nothing gained, nothing lost.
Then there's this one girl here already knows how I feel about her, and I keep going back and forth considering actually formally asking her out, but I hesitate because I'm so pretty damn sure what she'd say that I don't want to humilate myself. And trust me, this is one of those people before whom I simply cannot allow myself to be humiliated. I cannot allow this girl to see me at my worst. But that's another subject altogether. Thing is, I don't think she even knows that she's got me on an emotional yo-yo half the time. It's kind've annoying how she flirts with other guys on occasion but never me, especially considering that flirting is one of those little things I just do generally. Yes, dating her would likely be a constant series of frustrations, but I cannot deny the strong attraction.
Another is one I've had sexual tension with for awhile, but she has some really annoying views that she loves to push on people. That, and she absolutely loves Joss Whedon. So that's out, I think. Then there's one I know absolutely nothing about, and seeing as how she's a freshman she doesn't know I exist, and we don't run in the same social circles at all so God knows how and if we'll ever have a chance to meet. To top it off, she appears to be dating Bizarro Heffie, further proving God exists, because random chaos doesn't have this sick sense of humor.
And another one yet is one who, thank God, is taken, since we have mutually established that dating her would be even worse than the "other" situation we all know and hate. So good thing that one's out before it even started.
And the availible, sane women all don't want to ruin the "special friendship." Jesus. Girls, in ten years you are going to be sorry you won't have me around! And for the record, can I just say how sick and tired I am of hearing that I'm "going to make some woman very happy some day"? Seriously. Who the hell thinks this is helpful? Anybody? I don't care about making some woman very happy someday, I want to make you happy now!
Why am I wasting so much of my time on the opposite sex? I should be writing or doing homework! Sometimes I wish I could just temporarily castrate myself until I found my soulmate. Because seriously, this whole thing is bloody well wearing thin.
I had a small handful of prospective girls I was interested in dating. Two, it appears, are taken, one with a boyfriend back home and another dating someone here. Ah well. Nothing gained, nothing lost.
Then there's this one girl here already knows how I feel about her, and I keep going back and forth considering actually formally asking her out, but I hesitate because I'm so pretty damn sure what she'd say that I don't want to humilate myself. And trust me, this is one of those people before whom I simply cannot allow myself to be humiliated. I cannot allow this girl to see me at my worst. But that's another subject altogether. Thing is, I don't think she even knows that she's got me on an emotional yo-yo half the time. It's kind've annoying how she flirts with other guys on occasion but never me, especially considering that flirting is one of those little things I just do generally. Yes, dating her would likely be a constant series of frustrations, but I cannot deny the strong attraction.
Another is one I've had sexual tension with for awhile, but she has some really annoying views that she loves to push on people. That, and she absolutely loves Joss Whedon. So that's out, I think. Then there's one I know absolutely nothing about, and seeing as how she's a freshman she doesn't know I exist, and we don't run in the same social circles at all so God knows how and if we'll ever have a chance to meet. To top it off, she appears to be dating Bizarro Heffie, further proving God exists, because random chaos doesn't have this sick sense of humor.
And another one yet is one who, thank God, is taken, since we have mutually established that dating her would be even worse than the "other" situation we all know and hate. So good thing that one's out before it even started.
And the availible, sane women all don't want to ruin the "special friendship." Jesus. Girls, in ten years you are going to be sorry you won't have me around! And for the record, can I just say how sick and tired I am of hearing that I'm "going to make some woman very happy some day"? Seriously. Who the hell thinks this is helpful? Anybody? I don't care about making some woman very happy someday, I want to make you happy now!
Why am I wasting so much of my time on the opposite sex? I should be writing or doing homework! Sometimes I wish I could just temporarily castrate myself until I found my soulmate. Because seriously, this whole thing is bloody well wearing thin.
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Date: 2004-10-13 12:04 am (UTC)But you aren't wasting your time. The pursuit is a long, frustrating stretch of trial-and-error. The worst part is that it's like religion--you are given no assurance whatsoever that your efforts will be fruitfull, so you have to get by on blind faith alone. But please trust me when I say that, at the end of the road, it is SO worth it. I really do mean this.
I'm going to give you two tidbits of advice that someone gave me last summer, when i was at a particularly low point:
1) Constant behavior breeds constand results. If you keep doing what you've been doing, you'll keep getting what you've been getting.
2) You WILL eventually get what you want. Have faith.
If you need to talk about this shit, you know where I am.
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Date: 2004-10-13 08:51 am (UTC)Do your homework and write, and you'll at least have something productive to show for those years and those energies. I have loved and lost, but I have accomplished much. My books are scant consolation for the world as it is, but they're there. Real, non-chimerical, I can watch them gather dust on a shelf, as pictures of my children might have done in other circumstances.
Bitter now? Wait fifteen years.