Once upon a time there was a girl named Blair, and she was starting a new internship. She knows there’s going to be another intern working there, but she knows nothing about this mystery man. The intrigue grows when the other intern is allegedly out sick on her first day. She obtains his screen name and is instructed to work with him via g chat. They hit it off - immediately. The conversation is smooth. He makes her laugh - via pure words, no tone or inflection. The next day the same awesome conversation ensued - not to mention good work achieved together.
The next week they met in person and ... the intellectual sparks didn’t seem to lead to physical chemistry. And so they embarked on a friendship. A work friendship. He talked about his failed relationship, she talked about being afraid of birds. All was well. But as often happens with our heroine, getting along so well with someone got her thinking every so often. She’d cast the ideas out of her head, but there was only so far they could go. The depths of her mind were still prime real estate.
Their internship ended and he went away for a while. They still talked. He came back and they had lunch - they hadn’t lost their intellectual chemistry. But it seemed like something changed. She couldn’t put her finger on it - and she wasn’t sure she wanted to. That could get dicey.
But apparently he didn’t care. He did want it to get dicey. The next time they talked via g chat he hit on her. Hard core. Made it as clear as anyone had that he liked her. It was brash but for a girl that hadn’t had much experience with that, it was refreshing.
She thought he asked her on a date. He showed up with their other intern friend. She was pissed. But as they sat there shooting the shit, it seemed like all hope was not lost. The other friend left. They went to a bar that his best friend was at. Suddenly she was on an audition for his friend. And she passed with flying colors. They left. The boy in question walked her back to the train station and as the train came up they kissed. It was like the perfect date that was never really a date.
Here’s the thing. That should be the beginning of the story. Instead it’s the beginning of the end. Because, like so many stories told on this blog, then it got weird. He started avoiding her. Only hanging out in groups. Claiming he wanted to wait to take her out until he got a job. Excuse after excuse. And she ate them up like a life line, wanting to believe.
Months later, after he moved away, he chatted her up. She wasn’t sure she should bite, but took a chance. Alas, just like all the times she rebuffed him after he spent a couple months avoiding her, he said he wanted to hang out with her when he came back to town. He hit on her using a metaphor. And she finally got her answer. After six months of wondering what it was that happened between them, he told her.
He was scared. He saw it going somewhere and he wasn’t ready. It was the same old cliche bullshit you’d expect. But you know what? At least it was an answer.
That happened to me just about a year ago. I wasted six months being hung up on a guy who didn’t have the balls to really give it a shot with me. And now I’m afraid I’m doing the same thing with someone else.
Does anyone know of a support group for girls with a penchant for unavailable douches? If so, please give me the time and place. Stat.
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