I expected this. This isn’t the first time that I’ve recounted details of an encounter or conversation I’ve had with a fella I’ve come across somehow in life where she’s given me the “Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with you?” face. Still, I don’t hide things from my friends. What’s the point really?
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Amanda is looking at me like I’m crazy while I tell her the story.
Posted in girlfriends, Max, Naked Eric, One of the Guys, Online Dating, unavailable men on 01/18/2010 | Leave a Comment »
I’m back at square one.
Posted in anxiety, Brooklyn, New York City, One of the Guys, Subway, Winter 2009 on 01/05/2010 | Leave a Comment »
Fear and regret.
Doubt and overwhelming guilt.
Today there is a difference though. Today my heart makes a permanent home for these feelings instead of the temporary bunkers of the past two years. Acceptance is almost relieving because I can ease up a little on being goalie.
The term Tomboy is a both a security blanket and cloak of invisibility I’ve leaned on most of my life.
Posted in brothers, One of the Guys, Tomboy on 11/29/2009 | 1 Comment »
Being ‘un-girly’ to me means not wearing dresses, not being afraid to get dirty, not being labeled an ‘annoying broad’. But it also means that I’m automatically removed from any potential attraction, girlfriend, or hook-up lists. Truly not the ideal position to be in, but so long as I’m under this ambiguous umbrella I won’t have to worry a bit about rejection.
