Yeah. At an MRT station today. It wasnât like it was just âHey, check out that eye-candy over thereâ either. There was just⌠something that made me think âWow.â So what do I do? Aloofness. Nice. Being the invisible enigma working yet? Nope.
Sadly, a crippling rejection when I was 13 has stopped me from chasing the dream ever since. That was literally half a lifetime ago. I am pathetic. Iâve had two long-term relationships, but only after really getting to know the woman well as a friend first. All those other little flings etc. were due to the woman making the first move.
People tell me âWhatâs the worst that can happen? She says no.â
Exactly! Itâs pretty damn terrible!
Seriously, I would walk over ragged shards of broken glass (yes, with bare feet) to get the confidence
(it appears - Iâm basing this assumption on the banter on these fora, I hope I am correct and not leaping to any conclusions, and apologise if I have taken too many liberties here)
Loretta has.
But for now thoughts running through my head include:
âNo way sheâs unattached.â
âKahna, have you looked in the damn mirror lately?!â
âWhat the hell could you offer her?â
âYou fucking DIPSHIT!!! Why are you even entertaining these thoughts?! There are reasons you are currently unattached, you jerk!â
Then I start thinking about secluded mountain tops where I can go and weep. (okay, not this last one, but the others, yup.)
I would love to be able to post a description of the woman I saw today and hope for the same result⌠but I kinda stand out in a crowd (not merely because I am a foreigner, I have other âattributesâ that qualify that statement) and the risk of a public humiliation, even for an anonymous online identity (werrrllll⌠some on here know me as well) would cripple me emotionally until I jet back home in a few years time.
P.S. Maybe this post should be moved into the toilet.
P.P.S. Bueller etc. is a reference to the movie âFerris Buellerâs Day Offâ
P.P.P.S. Iâm not looking for sympathy, empathy, or comments about finding a set of balls. I get that on a daily basis. Iâm just⌠well, not ranting. What would it be? Pining? Lamenting? Feeling unnecessarily sorry for myself? Ah well.