That guy who I thought might be interested?
Yeah, pretty sure he's beyond not.
That guy who I drunkenly made out with a year ago? Well, the first guy I made out with, ever, albeit drunkenly?
Invited me out for VDay.
Of all the fucking days.
The 'weather was bad'/it was fucking Valentine's Day, man! and I sent him a text saying "Hey, the weather's shit and buses are lame, let's hang out tomorrow at karaoke", then friends decided they didn't want to go out the next night, and I had to cancel again.
As fucked as it sounds, I like it better when people don't like me. There's no pressure. I don't have to worry about if they expect me to kiss them, or if they're expecting me to jump into bed with them.
I think I'll be single for a long while, and I'm not entirely sure that I mind.
I mean, day-to-day I don't really care, aside from wanting to know what the first guy's (Loserface, from here on out) problem is.
It's when I watch a rom-com like 10 Things I Hate About You, I get bitter and jealous.
I'm not even sure what I want.
On an (un)related note, I went and worked out today. I'm going to start getting up early and going to the gym. I feel so much better when I do, and, between you, me, and the internet, I could stand to lose a few.