Rent is harder to make, my clothes are in the worst shape ever, and I haven't cut my hair in a year. On the plus side, it looks kinda cute long. Barf. Anyway.
I haven't been doing much. I don't really have the most accessible internet around, so when I get a chance to update I race to do so. I'm at my friend Tessa's house right now, hoarding her Mac.
Here's a problem for my disgustingly girly psyche to chew around for a couple minutes. Why don't boys call me? I gave my number to a certain coffee shop babe a couple days ago, apparently wrongly noting his interactions with me as flirting? Still nothing. I don't get it. Do I have some inflated ego? An ego that just doesn't understand how he could pass this up, I mean what is he thinking, I. Am. So. Pretty kind of ego? Really? Am I that girl?
I don't like to think so, and the familiar feeling of rejection is keeping me from reminding myself that there is a possibility I could actually, legitimately be that girl.
Another one bites the dust, I suppose.
So just like my monetary plunge comes a more inner, more meaningful one takes a nasty turn downwards as well. 21 years and no takers. Any? No? Alright. Next item.
That's all. I need to scrounge up something to eat.
2 comments:
meghan, how you wrote makes me laugh. you should write a book. like that one idiot girls guide to something (i can't remember what it was a guide for). if that boy doesn't call you 3 days after you gave him your number, forget him. and when he comes into the store, throw hot coffee on his face. and laugh.
I remember getting up my courage to give my number to a guy in one of my classes in college. We had talked and flirted and I finally gave him my number. It was the first and last time!! He never called. Just remember: men are idiots!!! But someday you'll find just the idiot for you!!! Just like I found your idiot uncle who I dearly love. Hang in there and NO, you are not that girl! You are smart and beautiful and funny and someday, some idiot will realize that!
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