A lot of people tell me "I don't know why you're still single, you're such a catch!"
I appreciate that type of feedback, but being a "catch" is irrelevant to being single. Plenty of people that are great are single. And plenty of jerks are married.
I have recently been discussing the concept of being out of someone's "league."
A friend of mine is convinced that the guy that I was trying to pursue [2 years ago] was really interested in me, and he apparently confided in her that he was sure that I was "out of his league" and that I would dump him and then things would be awkward.
I said, that's him just making excuses. If he wanted to date me, we could have dated. We went on a "sort-of-date" which is all over "happy valley."* And then nothing happened - so it was done. And we both moved on. [on a side note, I'm also annoyed when people already know what I'm going to do in the future when I don't even know myself]
And now it seems like every time relationships don't really work out, my friends try to convince me that I'm out of everyone's league. While I appreciate the confidence and compliment, I'm kind of sick of it.
What makes someone out of your league? I have no idea. It's just something that we made up to cope with getting rejected. I get that. It's fine, but the next time you see me, tell me that whatever guy I'm interested is definitely "in my league" and that if things don't work out for whatever reason it's because things just didn't work out. None of this "league" nonsense. [every blue moon an Appalachian State could beat a Michigan, you know]
I just think that if I could walk up to someone and say, "hey, spending 2 hours with you wouldn't make me want to vomit repeatedly, let's grab dinner?" and they said, "ditto, let's go" then life would be so much better. But social protocol doesn't allow me to do that. And that's why I'm still single.
*Happy Valley = Provo just in case you're not familiar with the lingo
2 comments:
Oh Mel. I miss you so much! You are my favorite :) Too bad we aren't next door neighbors. My days would be filled with serious entertainment! P.S. Were we companions when that guy came to church looking for an "american wife"?
I wish I was your next door neighbor! It would definitely be fun. And I'd make fun of all your "Hollyisms"
I don't think I was your companion with that particular guy... But it wouldn't surprise me one bit!
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