1)spend three weeks feeling lke shit and make an idoit of your self at least three times trying to get her back.
2)turn your frustration in to anger, blame her for what went wrong, and then hate all woman.
3) realise you still enjoy sex and have lots of one night stands.
How's this for weirdness.
A girl a couple years below me had a crush on me (I nipped that thing in the bud BTW)
My Friends think I'm gay.
My bus friend thinks I'm leaning more towards asexual.
So yeah, I have three different friend groups, and they all think I'm something different.
Not enough? I have no normal friends at all, and not in the 'weird but the same' way. One is a crazy sex-driven parkour guy, one's a super-smart Anglican, another is a depressed mathematician, another is a 'mind in the gutter' soccer player, another is a party goer, one is rather reserved, another is a rugby player, a couple others are chess players and one has such a disfunctional family that he looks like the peak of sanity in comparison. So yeah, my tight group of friends is far from normal (as apart from our friendship we tend to have almost nothing in common).
So .... does a weirdness contribution count towards this thread?
Look on the bright side, at least when you were rejected they weren't frozen rigid and speechless in terror at having met you for the first time... some day I hope to be able to laugh about that.
Now to skew off into tangency: Chocobo! I remember installing FFXI for the first time, I became obsessed with the cursor. It kept cutely pecking away at whatever letter or graphic I pointed it at and I'd get upset if it started to fade out. On hindsight, I realize I spent six straight hours staring at that chocobo cursor and giggling every few minutes (without any chemical affliction, even).
Look on the bright side, at least when you were rejected they weren't frozen rigid and speechless in terror at having met you for the first time... some day I hope to be able to laugh about that.
Now to skew off into tangency: Chocobo! I remember installing FFXI for the first time, I became obsessed with the cursor. It kept cutely pecking away at whatever letter or graphic I pointed it at and I'd get upset if it started to fade out. On hindsight, I realize I spent six straight hours staring at that chocobo cursor and giggling every few minutes (without any chemical affliction, even).
Chances are theirs another person out there whose better for you than the person you got rejected by.
My pants rejected to stay up on the bus a year ago...
Tsk, everyone knows Chrome is the best lover around
On Topic: As for rejection, yes it sucks, but time actually does help. Change your scenery if you can, get a little perspective. Distance can work wonders.
Look on the bright side, at least when you were rejected they weren't frozen rigid and speechless in terror at having met you for the first time... some day I hope to be able to laugh about that.
Now to skew off into tangency: Chocobo! I remember installing FFXI for the first time, I became obsessed with the cursor. It kept cutely pecking away at whatever letter or graphic I pointed it at and I'd get upset if it started to fade out. On hindsight, I realize I spent six straight hours staring at that chocobo cursor and giggling every few minutes (without any chemical affliction, even).
Dude, I'm sure that this rejection hurt and all, but please don't give forum posters an excuse to air their self-pitying dirty laundry. It's pretty frustrating.
First time I told somebody I sort of liked them*, they told me there was somebody else. She went out with the somebody else, and then dumped him after he got drunk and tried to feel her up (about a day into their relationship). I thought, 'maybe now!' but no dice, not even as a rebound.
Second time I made a remark about somebody being likeable (I didn't actually like them, just found them interesting and rather aesthetically pleasing), it got blown out of proportion, culminating in a massive hooha in the maths classroom in which a 'friend' said that I loved them and asked them what they thought of me (in front of not only the class, but the teacher, who was a relative of the girl asked) and she turned and said, 'I hate his guts'.
*The long and confusing story in full. I, having just come out of a school where I was the punchbag for three years and reduced to a nervous wreck, decided 'fuck it' and went for a taster week at another school. When I got there, I fell in love with the most amazing person I have ever met. You know, the one person you would drop everything for in a split second if she or he asked? Well, five years on, I still feel like that. The point is, I was a mess, and I knew there was no way in hell I could ever be with her (the fact that she was always around a boy when I saw her, (who later turned out to be her cousin (which, when I found out made me want to scream because I'd purposely tried to avoid getting close because he was intimidating and thus I didn't have a close enough relationship with her to even justify feeling like I did (Sweet! Triple brackets!)), didn't help), so I sort of stuffed my feelings for her in a box and tried to drown them, and I guess I rebounded onto this other girl, and when *that* didn't work, began to rebound again to the third girl, and then back to the first, and at that point I couldn't keep the box closed any longer, ending up with me telling her friend, who, thankfully, kept mum (at least, until we went our separate ways and from then on I haven't heard contrary), and me avoiding her by effectively stopping talking to her when I could avoid it, and attempting to cut off all ties by moving to a different college to almost all of my friends, because if I had to be around her any longer I wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer and then, for the next two years, I would be stuck with the awkwardness between us that only somebody in the same situation can feel. I then ran into them all at the prizegiving reunion, and found out she has a boyfriend, which just made me want to die.
THE POINT IS, I! Hate! Sauerkraut! That's all I'm really trying to say. And by the way, if one day you happen to wake up and find yourself in an existential quandry, full of loathing and self-doubt, and racked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence, at least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy old mixed-up universe of ours, there's still a little place... called Albuquerque!
Sorry. I got a little emotional.
Anyway, for the happy, which must be a lot since I've effectively shit all over this thread,
Like life, you take good with the bad. The worst is over.
[sub]And trust me, it's better than being guilt-tripped by a friend who has liked you, and you have no feelings for. Now that's awkward.[/sub]
Like life, you take good with the bad. The worst is over.
[sub]And trust me, it's better than being guilt-tripped by a friend who has liked you, and you have no feelings for. Now that's awkward.[/sub]
If you dated them, I assure you they are not like me. And especially not the girl loose in this building!
I've been regected lots of times. And by rejected, I mean accepted. I've never been turned down once, however I have had the equivelant, where some guy beat me to the punch and asked out my object of desire just hours before I have. That has happened to me several times now. Christ I was an unlucky guy for a long time. I guess you can only laugh this off. They sure did...spiteful bitches.
Lets put it this way. Not. Half. As. Bad. As. Dating a girl you weren't quite sure you liked simply because she asked you first and then you were so poleaxed you apparently gave a positive answer While being drunk at the time (both of us) and waking up in bed together. Worst part of that part is, don't remember a single fucking (ba dum tish!) minute of it. Three months later, I ended the relationship and there was still bad feelings on both sides.
Long story short. Being rejected isn't half as bad as dating when your not sure.
Don't hesitate to move, but look before you leap!
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