It’s official. I am the worst girl in the world when it comes to letting my feelings be known to a guy – well, other than through this blog (there’s no shortness of honesty here, obviously!). Last week, I mused about Cute Guy Friend’s MIA status and how I thought a friendly email would do the subtle trick.
And there were my two grand, eye-popping idiotic mistakes right there.
1. I came off as too friendly, emphasis on that little menacing word friend.
2. Once again, I was too damn subtle – I’m starting to hate that word, subtle, too.
How do I know this plain truth? When I opened my email a over the weekend, grinned with glee when I saw his email and promptly frowned not 10 seconds later when I opened my little surprise…
Thanks for the emails I’ve been swamped with the firm. How are your mom, Harry and Janelle doing?
Cute Guy Friend (not his real name)
Oh my gosh, it was all I could do not to head straight for the apple juice or regular root beer to in which to drown my sorrows. Giving the work excuse? That’s like telling someone their outfit isn’t straight out of the ’80s when you can plainly see the shoulder pads barely touching the earlobe and you get dizzy from the amount of hairspray circling in the air.
And if that wasn’t bad enough? Oh my lord, the boy asked me about my cat. Oy. You know you’re deep in the evil clutches of the Friend Zone when a guy asks you about your cat. I assume it’s the small-talk equivalent of saying, “Wow, can you believe this cold weather?”
That’s how boring he probably thinks I am. Ouch. But I’m nothing if not persistent – a trait I’m sure will come in handy with Mr. Melissa Blake someday, considering I’m pretty sure this boy won’t be taking on that role. Anyway, in accordance with all of your lovely comments about how I should be a bit more forward, I sent him this reply:
Good to hear from you! Sorry to hear work is keeping you so busy! You should get out more! 🙂 We’re doing fine. I’m still at Kish as the adviser to the student newspaper and am still freelancing – just got a blogging job with Psychology Today.
What have you been up to – besides work? 🙂
So, friends, am I still eternally pathetic and hopeless and clueless and just “less” of everything? How shall I go forth from here? Should I go for a glass of apple juice, or just throw caution to the wind and drink the whole jug?
[Photos via Audrey Hepburn Complex]