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Fail of your Boo-Yah (and vica-versa)
In the lingo of the interwebs, some things are full of win yet lead to epic fail, and some fails lead to nothing but win. Categorization is tricky.
To get to the point quickly: why does it take 48 hours of obvious flirtation, walks along the beach, trips out alone to see awesome places, singing songs on the guitar, going out for dinner, and so much more... why does it always take inapropriately long for a girl to mention she has a boyfriend?
This is not the first time, and I guess it won't be the last.
To get to the point quickly: why does it take 48 hours of obvious flirtation, walks along the beach, trips out alone to see awesome places, singing songs on the guitar, going out for dinner, and so much more... why does it always take inapropriately long for a girl to mention she has a boyfriend?
This is not the first time, and I guess it won't be the last.
Comments
It makes all the difference in the world.
If she said it casually in the course of something else ("blah blah blah my boyfriend blah blah blah"), then she's a cool person (or an extremely savvy, manipulative one: there's little to differentiate the two from outward appearances alone, so don't bother trying and assume the former). She was hanging out with you, another cool person. If you enjoy flirting with her, just keep doing it. You're basically friends.
If she said it with a disclaimer ("Just so you know... I have a boyfriend"), there are two main possibilities.
1. Her boyfriend is in some way inadequate, and she likes you. She didn't admit it early on, because she was afraid it would turn you away, but then she started feeling guilty. If this is her first boyfriend, double the chances of this. She's conflicted, but definitely likes you more than she likes him.
2. She's expressing her lack of interest after realizing suddenly that you were pursuing her as more than a friend. She likes her boyfriend more than she likes you, and is trying to nip this in the bud.
Act as you see fit. ^_~
They want to hang out with you, but they worry if they said "I have a boyfriend" right off the bat, it would be like a rebuff.
I agree totally with what Rym said.
-Edit: I would like to add that I didn't tell him I had a boyfriend earlier because it never came up, and it never occurred to me to mention it. Since I didn't like him more than a friend, and didn't even consider him a "good" friend, I didn't think it was appropriate to randomly tell him about my love life. Does that make any sense? This is so true. Back in the early days of college, I felt like every time a guy showed interest in me, and I turned him down for whatever reason, he would mysteriously disappear from the face of the earth. I think I have somewhat of a stand off-ish attitude now and nobody messes with me anymore. >_>
I've got a Boo-yah/fail that's not rental-related. I had two moles removed a couple weeks ago because they were irregular and I was concerned about them. Both of them were about the size of the fingernail on my index finger. Initial tests on them came back that the margins of the excisions were free of cancerous or pre-cancerous cells but there was some irregular mitotic activity in one of the lesions so they sent it off for further testing. Doc said it was probably nothing to worry about but if it came back as problematic then they'd have to do a further excision. I was happy that things were looking good; I mean, the margins were clean so chances of it having spread were slim, right? My stitches has come out and I could go back to my regular life, right?
I got the call today that they need to do a further excision.
Also, you could find a laid-back single roomie. Problem solved, unless they were like Churba's horrid and abominable flatmate. Aww, man, that sucks. Skin Cancer is rough. Mrs. Macross had it. I hope you don't have to do chemo or anything.
As for the skin cancer, I'm trying to stay optimistic. The further excision is just to make sure the area around the original spot isn't harboring anything funny. I'm keeping hope up that the second time around comes back clean. It sucks because I just got the damn stitches out and now they're going to have to go and cut a bigger chunk out of my back where I could barely reach it to change the bandages the first time.
However, I managed to write about 2,000 words for my NaNoWriMo novel AND watch two episodes of Dexter. Man, that show is so good. I wish I'd brought all four DVDs of season one with me on this trip, not just the first two. I guess it means the experience will be spread out over more time...