Original post: March 10, 2006
Several days ago, I pulled another of my patented "send-a-girl-on-myspace-a-message-and-receive-no-response" things. Naturally, it worked just that way. No big deal, I guess. Can't imagine why people don't want to talk to complete strangers on the internet these days. So, I got over it, (kind of) and went about my regular daily duties. I talked to a couple friends about it, and they tell me not to take it personally. That's all well and good, but it's kinda hard to do it. Basically, they look at my profile, which I find to be a fair and accurate representation of my personality, and say I'm not good enough to talk to, or even respond to at the least. That's not going to hurt my feelings, even a little bit?
On with my story:
Today, as I was coming back from lunch, I passed the same girl in the parking lot. I didn't think it was, at first, but red hair stands out in a crowd. I took a second look, and considered saying something. What would I say? "Hey, I don't know if you remember, but I'm the hopeless loser who tried to talk to you in a calm, not creepy manner, and you ignored completely because people are ignorant. Just wanted to say 'Hi,' and probably get a kick in the genitals for it." Too much? Yeah, I thought so, too. So, I turned back around and went into the building with a feeling of regret. I can't talk to girls. Argh...
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