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Don�t worry. I�m not as stupid today as I�m sure I appeared to be yesterday. I thought about the matter a lot yesterday/last night and by this morning, I realized what I�m sure was obvious to everyone but me: the kid just isn�t interested.

We can talk all day and night about how shy he is; how busy he is; how sweet he is, blah-blah-blah. The bottom line is he is not interested in me. I knew that before we went out last week. I knew that all the way up until we left the bar. I don�t know why I conveniently forgot that little fact after we started smooching.

I guess sometimes we need to be hit over the head with something large and heavy in order to see the light. In my case, I think writing about it yesterday (and actually admitting to a little *gasp* weakness and low self esteem) helped a lot.

Anyway, onward and upward. I won�t pretend I�m not bummed, but what�s meant to happen happens. Plus, we wouldn�t be good for each other anyway. Once the sex-haze wore off, that is. And it would, eventually. I hope neither of us feels awkward when we see each other again � which we will, of course, and most likely next weekend � but I guess I�ll just deal with what happens as it happens in that arena. Hopefully, by then I won�t care anymore.

I guess the lesson here is: the next time I like somebody, I need to keep the libido in check for...well, you know, at least longer than six hours.

Unfortunately, I don�t really have anything else I want to write about right now, so I�ll leave it at that.

Onward and upward.

Have a great day, kids.

~~~

Word of the Day for Thursday March 11, 2004

apocryphal uh-POK-ruh-fuhl, adjective:

1. (Bible) Pertaining to the [1]Apocrypha.

2. Not canonical. Hence: Of doubtful authority or authenticity; spurious; false.



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