So awhile back I met this guy. A nice guy for the most part. Girls like me would describe him as ‘misunderstood.’ Perhaps you get the idea.
He was interested in me and said so, pretty directly. I, like I always have, freaked out and changed the subject. (You get a lot of dates this way…right?). He chased me for awhile and I continued to freak out. I would work up some courage only to freeze then blow him off the next time I had an opportunity. He was nice to me, I was nice to him, people encouraged me to go for it, and somehow for some reason I didn’t.
I just found out that he met someone not long after we sort of disbanded and he’s in love and happy and wouldn’t change a thing. That’s great.
Really, that is great. At the same time I find myself thinking, geez, why can’t I meet someone and be as lucky has he is? Or at worse moments, why didn’t I just admit to him (back awhile) that I was crazy about him?!
It is really hard to become rehabilitated when you’re a chicken.
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