My being hung up on you had nothing to do with the person you were or the person you've become (both are too boring for words) - it had to do with your rejecting me. I thought I doing the best I could, under the circumstances. You thought I wasn't what I advertised. That fact that you thought I was advertising at all kind of sucked, but said rejection taught me to question what kind of impression people got from me, when I was just trying to be nice; I wanted to be smart, pretty, helpful, friendly (in that order). And at the points in my life where those qualities come to intersect, the results have always been Trouble.
I need to thank you, though, and I never have. You opened my eyes to the futility of trying to satisfy ignorant boys. And you taught me that I'm too smart for you, and that most guys my age can't keep up. I date up now. Keep dating down, and I'll know that we've both found what we looked for and missed in each other: companionship, compatability, and equality.
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