This past week on Glee, there was another fabulous episode about
They saw the wrong things, or misconstrued fake love signs, or whatever the case may be. And honestly, America...I can
I know, I know. Shocking, huh? But that's what happens when you like someone so much, or think that you and your crush are so perfect for each other, how could it NOT be a love connection. Or when you want so badly for your love life not to be nonexistent that you make up something just so that you could have some kind of love life.
Sadly, I am the latter. So, we all know how I am about guys. I don't have that much going on in the love department, ever. And even though I accept how that is sometimes, other times it really gets to me. And during this time, I had sworn off men. I was done with love and had just declared the day before that I was gonna be me, and do me and leave all these trife boys alone, right? The next day, I went to this dorm party and had a great time, because I wasn't worried about dancing sexy for the boys, I was just dancing around with my friends.
And let me tell you, when Steph lets it loose, she lets it all loose. I threw down on the dance floor. I promise. And my friend knew this really cute guy, who she was talking and dancing with the whole night. Now, I knew he was cute, but I wasn't sweatin any dude at all, but she comes over and tells me that he thinks I'm cute. To make a super long story short, I misread some signs and thought he was more into me than he was (and the fact that my friends told me they thought he was into me because of the signs, whatever those are, didn't help much either), and only saw him for what I wanted to see: his good looks, great body and charming sense of humor. I didn't count in the fact that I barely knew him and he barely knew me and we weren't really anything but acquaintances who had one convo and a whole bunch of hi and byes. That's it.
And when I found that out, that it was just me misconstruing everything, I was sad, because I wanted so badly for it to be real. The poor guy and I never talk or see each other, which is a very, very good thing for my ego, and we probably will never be friends because what's done is done and the past cannot be changed, as much as I wish it could. But enough about me, here's how you stop this from happening to you.
1. Enough with the damn signs. You don't need a sign to know if someone likes you. He'll let you know. Until then, its safe to say that until you hear the words, "I like you." in that order in the same sentence, then, you guys are just friends.
2. If you don't want to wait for that reassuring comment, then tell him you like him and see what he says. If he smiles and says he likes you too, then you're good money. But if he cringes, frowns, pauses, or runs away, then sugar, you need to move on.
3. Make sure before you tell him you like him, you know why. Looks help, but what about him specifically do you like so much? Is it his caring nature? His ambition? The way he acts towards you? If you don't know anything different about him than a stranger on the street, then chances are you don't really like him, you like anyone who is a male that can fit the criteria of your dream guy physically.
4. If its too late to take this recautions, and you have already embarrassed yourself like I did, then just calmly walk away, learn your lesson and do not repeat it with another guy. Take it in stride. Remember that its not your fault that you are a romantic person who just wants to be loved. Some people can't handle you. Reflect, and try and figure out why it happened and move on. Someone else will appreciate you for who you are. Just be patient, mama.
And that's it. Okay, now let's go out there and NOT make fools of ourselves, shall we?
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