Another dead period for the blog. No excuses, no stories. Just a dead period.
I’ve felt rather uninspired lately. I don’t know what I need to do to change my point of view, though. Even my mother is starting to lose hope in this dating thing. We chatted on the phone the other day, and I momentarily lost my mind and gushed just a tad about a new crush I developed on someone who I’ve been interacting with on a professional level.
“He’s just lovely. With an accent and all!” I told her and sighed dreamily. I almost never let myself get this way. Especially with my mother. I can’t ever recall telling her about someone I’ve had an interest in..ever. In fact, I’m the type that no one would be surprised to hear “My soon-to-be-fiance is coming to dinner. In twenty minutes. And he’s pretty excited to meet you for the first time, Mom and Dad.”
I can’t remember why I don’t share these things with my mother. And then…
“EH. Just don’t let him know..you know…that you’re weird.”
Thanks Mom. I’ll try.
But beyond the fact that I’m trying to hide my weirdness from this new gentleman (which I’ve already failed at, FYI, he came up behind my desk when I was looking at an article about Bono. He’s Irish. My cover is blown), I’m having some difficulties determining his level of interest in me.
I mean, it’s one thing to have him seek me out daily for conversations. And it’s all well and good that he figured out that I like to laugh so he started forwarding me jokes. And then we played the “like game” on Facebook..you know, where you take turns liking posts by one another? Yes, under normal circumstances I’d be like “Dude is interested”
But for some reason I can’t decide if he’s interested in women in general, much less interested in me specifically.
The only real basis I have for this theory is that a) his font on our messaging system fades from red to blue and delves into a purplish area…and b) he has some pictures on Facebook of him jumping around with a lot of girls that oddly enough aren’t interested in him. Because they’re old.
Now as for the first point, I don’t assume his sexuality because it’s a purple font, but because he’s taken the trouble of actually fiddling with the settings of his script. As girly and cute as I can be, I haven’t even bothered to color the font on my messenger. But now that I think about it, it definitely needs to be orange. So just the sheer interest in the stylistic opportunities afforded on an instant messenger is a trigger for me to think “Hmm?”
And the old ladies just seem like the type that would be good friends with a young guy who isn’t interested in women. I dunno, color me stereotypical. It’s not that I care you know…because I’m cool with alternative lifestyles, just not for potential mates.
So, that’s where we stand. Even my mother has recognized the fact that I’m not exactly the most normal girl in the world and that mates might not be attracted to my ‘quirky’ set of interests. Also I have no gay-dar.
So, with that, we’re back..