Okay, so, I never thought I would be posting this on an internet forum, but I'm just... I'm done. I've had it. Fuck it.
So, there's this girl. Scratch that. There's this woman. She's 27, ergo, she's a woman. Now, I've known her for about 6 years and I've loved her for the last 5 of them. She's kind of introverted, I'm kind of introverted, you know how it goes. Or you don't, fair enough, not my business.
Anyway, we went through college together, we did our internship at the same studio, we've kept in contact after graduation. There've been some gaps, but lately, we've been talking a lot to each other. Hell, at a certain point, we were both following (different) evening classes, so we would meet up half an hour in advance for some good ol' fashioned conversing. Neither of us had time to eat beforehand, so I always stopped at that pasta placed she liked to get some Quatro Formaggi. That always put a smile on her face. I love the way she smiles. Clich?, sure, but that doesn't make it any less true.
Now, as far as I know, she hasn't had a real boyfriend, ever - never even went on an actual date.
Same here, by the way.
So we've been talking a lot lately. I've learned to listen, remember the personal things she tells me. Her likes, her dislikes, her allergies, stories from her past. It's fun. She always looks so wide-eyed when I bring up some trivial fact: "I can't believe you remembered that!" She asked me to her birthday dinners, I helped her out with her job that one day she got to work from home, we went on a trip to London with some other friends. Sometimes we meet up on friday evenings, never just us, always with another one of her friends - she's nice though, we get along well.
Or, to be more accurate, that was the situation about three weeks ago. "What happened three week ago?" I hear you ask. Well, based on various bits of information and dodgy signal interpretation, I told her my feelings for her in the most archaic manner possible: I wrote her a love letter.
Among said information and signal interpreting was the following: a colleague telling me a woman always likes to hear she's being loved. The notion of 'nothing ventured, nothing gained'. A direct quote from the woman I love: "If someone loves me, I'd rather he just comes out and says it. Maybe I'm lucky and the feeling is mutual. If not, at least I can put him out of his misery."
So, I bought myself a pen and some of that fancy paper to write 'real' letters. You know, the one with the extra page that has lines on it that you put below the letter - so you don't start writing in an arc like there's some gravity well at the bottom of your page. First, I spent like two weeks writing and rewriting a draft, just in Wordpad, trying to put everything I wanted to say in one, clean, clear, honest letter. Then I took to pen and paper. It was horrible. Not the content, but the way it looked. I have terrible handwriting and the letter was barely legible. So I wrote it again, actually writing each character individually. It took me somewhere between two and three hours, but I finally had what I wanted: three pages in which I confess my feelings to the woman I love. I write about why I never spoke up before, I write about the things I love about her, I let her know that I value what we have and I don't intend to throw it away if the feelings aren't mutual.
She would have gotten said letter three weeks ago.
I haven't heard anything back from her since then.
I've sent her a text: "Mornin' beautiful, how are you?" As I do regularly, except this time, I got no answer. I've sent her a message on steam: "Hey, how are you?" She was online, she didn't answer. I've sent her an Email saying: "If I said anything that offended you, my apologies. If you don't know how to react because you don't want to damage my frail, male ego: no worries, that's my problem. It was never my intention to put you in an awkward position." No. Answer.
I'm not even worth a simple text saying: "Sorry, not interested."
So, where do I go from here?
tl;dr: Can anyone recommend me a good book on 'How To Understand Women'?
So, there's this girl. Scratch that. There's this woman. She's 27, ergo, she's a woman. Now, I've known her for about 6 years and I've loved her for the last 5 of them. She's kind of introverted, I'm kind of introverted, you know how it goes. Or you don't, fair enough, not my business.
Anyway, we went through college together, we did our internship at the same studio, we've kept in contact after graduation. There've been some gaps, but lately, we've been talking a lot to each other. Hell, at a certain point, we were both following (different) evening classes, so we would meet up half an hour in advance for some good ol' fashioned conversing. Neither of us had time to eat beforehand, so I always stopped at that pasta placed she liked to get some Quatro Formaggi. That always put a smile on her face. I love the way she smiles. Clich?, sure, but that doesn't make it any less true.
Now, as far as I know, she hasn't had a real boyfriend, ever - never even went on an actual date.
Same here, by the way.
So we've been talking a lot lately. I've learned to listen, remember the personal things she tells me. Her likes, her dislikes, her allergies, stories from her past. It's fun. She always looks so wide-eyed when I bring up some trivial fact: "I can't believe you remembered that!" She asked me to her birthday dinners, I helped her out with her job that one day she got to work from home, we went on a trip to London with some other friends. Sometimes we meet up on friday evenings, never just us, always with another one of her friends - she's nice though, we get along well.
Or, to be more accurate, that was the situation about three weeks ago. "What happened three week ago?" I hear you ask. Well, based on various bits of information and dodgy signal interpretation, I told her my feelings for her in the most archaic manner possible: I wrote her a love letter.
Among said information and signal interpreting was the following: a colleague telling me a woman always likes to hear she's being loved. The notion of 'nothing ventured, nothing gained'. A direct quote from the woman I love: "If someone loves me, I'd rather he just comes out and says it. Maybe I'm lucky and the feeling is mutual. If not, at least I can put him out of his misery."
So, I bought myself a pen and some of that fancy paper to write 'real' letters. You know, the one with the extra page that has lines on it that you put below the letter - so you don't start writing in an arc like there's some gravity well at the bottom of your page. First, I spent like two weeks writing and rewriting a draft, just in Wordpad, trying to put everything I wanted to say in one, clean, clear, honest letter. Then I took to pen and paper. It was horrible. Not the content, but the way it looked. I have terrible handwriting and the letter was barely legible. So I wrote it again, actually writing each character individually. It took me somewhere between two and three hours, but I finally had what I wanted: three pages in which I confess my feelings to the woman I love. I write about why I never spoke up before, I write about the things I love about her, I let her know that I value what we have and I don't intend to throw it away if the feelings aren't mutual.
She would have gotten said letter three weeks ago.
I haven't heard anything back from her since then.
I've sent her a text: "Mornin' beautiful, how are you?" As I do regularly, except this time, I got no answer. I've sent her a message on steam: "Hey, how are you?" She was online, she didn't answer. I've sent her an Email saying: "If I said anything that offended you, my apologies. If you don't know how to react because you don't want to damage my frail, male ego: no worries, that's my problem. It was never my intention to put you in an awkward position." No. Answer.
I'm not even worth a simple text saying: "Sorry, not interested."
So, where do I go from here?
tl;dr: Can anyone recommend me a good book on 'How To Understand Women'?