Fucking People

Wednesday I woke up sick as hell, but still went into work because I needed to be there. Not just for work mind you, but because this one women that I had become infatuated with has class on Monday and Wednesdays. Those are the two days I really look forward to going into work just for the hope that I'd get a chance to talk to her. Well, she finally came in Wednesday and I finally got the courage up to talk to her. We spent about 10 minutes talking to each other and I got to know a bit more about her and I am a bit impressed. I asked if she'd like to get together and do something in the near future and she said yes. I asked her for her number so I could give her a call and set something up. I was walking on air the rest of the day. Nothing could have gotten the smile off my face short of major surgery.

I know that there is a "3 day rule" about calling a woman, but what the hell, I gave her a call yesterday to see if we could get together for coffee after I got off work. The phone rings and when the voice mail picks up, it's a guy's number. What the Fuck? Did I accidently call the wrong number? Nope, checked it, the number she gave me is the one I called. Maybe she forgot to put down the proper area code, maybe she didn't have the courage to tell me no? I talk to a friend of mine and she said that maybe she hadn't changed the voice mail when she got the phone. I was still in a pretty good mood, a little let down, but still going good. I never would have approached her if a mutual friend of ours hadn't told me that she thought that I was "hot." I figured that I would have had a chance.

Today after I got off work I sent that number a text message apologizing for calling it, but that I was trying to reach her. About an hour goes by and it's some guy asking who I was trying to reach. I told him and he asked where I know her from. So he says that he will let her know that I called. What the fuck is going on with these people? Her friends tell me that she's available and she seemed extremely intrested in getting together, but then she gives me the wrong fucking number. A friend of mine said that maybe it's her ex's number and she's trying to make him jealous, or that it's her brother and she's doing that to guage if I'm really intrested. Why the fucking games people? Either you are intrested or you aren't. There is no gray area in that shit. If she really is intrested in me, she's lost a lot of ground in my book. I know that she's probably afraid of some men, but I'm one of the good guys and has nothing to fear from me.

Then when I get home I have to deal with a friend of mine's personal drama. It's getting real fucking old having to play her therapist. She needs to find what she wants and stick with it and stop going after losers. She'll never find a guy that will put up with her "poor me" bullshit. All of the guys she goes after are on a powertrip and are users of people. I know what I speak of, because I used to be one too. Now that I have gotten a lot older, all I want is someone that I lok forward to talking to on a daily basis. Looks fade, so does sexual desire, but if they have a mind I can stay entertained for years. I want someone that I can grow old with, someone to have a family with, someone who can make me smile just thinking about them. I knew the right words to say to others to get what I wanted, but now it's time to just be myself and to hell with what others think.

Ok, time to get off of my soapbox.

Peace!