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Don Juan
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- Jan 15, 2006
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I had this kinda... rocky friendship with this girl over the last year and a half (friendship basically meaning her coming on to me, me reciprocating only to get the dreaded "speech", then spending the last 14 months trying to get out of the friendzone, to varying degrees of success, but never quite getting there).
Two months ago I invited her out for some drinks, and she obliged. First she pissed me off by showing up two hours late, which was ok, because I spent those two hours getting to know this other girl better. Then she pissed me off further by allowing some guy to take my seat when I went to get another drink. I vanished for a while after that, only to return to her making out with some other guy on the other side of the bar.
To say that I overreacted would be an understatement. I tried just walking away at first . Afterall, it wasn't really any of my business. We weren't out on a date or anything, but a night of drinking, and a childish attitude got the best of me, so... I called her a hoe. Not only did I tell her this, I texted it to her (to drive home whatever intoxicated point I may have had), then said some rather rude things out in the parking lot. A proud moment indeed. Then when I got home I wrote her some rambling e-mail, went over to some chicks house, got even more trashed with her, and our respective roommates, then started texting her friends to tell them all the ****ty things she said about them at 9 in the morning.
She lost a lot of friends as a result of my bizarre behavior. I am truly ashamed of how I reacted then. I think it was all more of a defense mechanism than anything. A desperate and ill-conceived reaction, as a means of making her hate me to the point of no return in an effort to end the torment she's put me through.
A week ago was the first time I really saw her since then (besides a few awkward run-ins). Her friends took her by the hand, led her over to me, sat her down, told me that she constantly talks about me, and left us to talk. Basically, despite my little moment of insulting her, and costing her a few lifelong friendships, she said she still can't hate me. She said something about that night being a reality check for her. She claimed that she ended up not sleeping with the guy, but just fell asleep on his bed (which I'm not stupid enough to totally believe, though I'm sure I killed the mood). She told me she couldn't stand me not being around.
Then she left to drive her at that point hammered friend home, but not before kissing me on her way out.
Now she wants to go out for a some drinks this week. I'm really not sure what I should do here. This is all so surreal. I don't understand why she doesn't hate me, and I don't understand why she's the only girl I've ever had any feelings for. Even in the last two months, every other girl bores me. Is there a reasonable way out of this dilemma? Right now, my only gameplan is to be blunt with her, and either hit it, or scare her off for good. Either end is fine with me.
Two months ago I invited her out for some drinks, and she obliged. First she pissed me off by showing up two hours late, which was ok, because I spent those two hours getting to know this other girl better. Then she pissed me off further by allowing some guy to take my seat when I went to get another drink. I vanished for a while after that, only to return to her making out with some other guy on the other side of the bar.
To say that I overreacted would be an understatement. I tried just walking away at first . Afterall, it wasn't really any of my business. We weren't out on a date or anything, but a night of drinking, and a childish attitude got the best of me, so... I called her a hoe. Not only did I tell her this, I texted it to her (to drive home whatever intoxicated point I may have had), then said some rather rude things out in the parking lot. A proud moment indeed. Then when I got home I wrote her some rambling e-mail, went over to some chicks house, got even more trashed with her, and our respective roommates, then started texting her friends to tell them all the ****ty things she said about them at 9 in the morning.
She lost a lot of friends as a result of my bizarre behavior. I am truly ashamed of how I reacted then. I think it was all more of a defense mechanism than anything. A desperate and ill-conceived reaction, as a means of making her hate me to the point of no return in an effort to end the torment she's put me through.
A week ago was the first time I really saw her since then (besides a few awkward run-ins). Her friends took her by the hand, led her over to me, sat her down, told me that she constantly talks about me, and left us to talk. Basically, despite my little moment of insulting her, and costing her a few lifelong friendships, she said she still can't hate me. She said something about that night being a reality check for her. She claimed that she ended up not sleeping with the guy, but just fell asleep on his bed (which I'm not stupid enough to totally believe, though I'm sure I killed the mood). She told me she couldn't stand me not being around.
Then she left to drive her at that point hammered friend home, but not before kissing me on her way out.
Now she wants to go out for a some drinks this week. I'm really not sure what I should do here. This is all so surreal. I don't understand why she doesn't hate me, and I don't understand why she's the only girl I've ever had any feelings for. Even in the last two months, every other girl bores me. Is there a reasonable way out of this dilemma? Right now, my only gameplan is to be blunt with her, and either hit it, or scare her off for good. Either end is fine with me.