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about a girl.
And having them dashed.
Pretty shitty feeling.
S'all part of the game.
it was being told that they were breaking up with there boyfriend to be with you, then have to go away for work for 3 weeks, and during those 3 weeks spend every minute thinking about how great its gonna be with them, then finding out today that they were actually away "working on their relationship" and they were going to give it another go.
Wasn;t a direct response, think I just needed to write it down somewhere.
You have to play to win. They care more the more you don't care.
you have to play it just right. I reckon about 45% effort
Don't get your hopes up, don't trust anyone, never let yourself think positive thoughts about the past, future or present.
It's for the best.
but oh no, had to go and get those feelings.
I blame myself.
And the Credit Crunch.
Come to think of it. She is an immigrant.
Ban them all.
I tried to find you a hug picture, but stumbled across this instead:
She looks like all three of them.
as 'post-op boob job party'?
hey presto, parties galore
Put "group hug" into google. I promise I wasn't looking for boobies!
with every semi attractive girl that i talk to for longer than 10 minutes.
remember how I tried? :(
they weren't dashed. ergo, i rule.
that was a bit mean, sorry. i just woke up from a nap, i'm cranky.
that's why it doesn't make sense.
Just another example to show why girls can't be trusted. You really should have got the proposal down in writing and then got her signature and date stamped it. Made it watertight, like so the bitch couldn't renege on her side of the deal.
I suppose the good thing about all this is that you can now track all her movements of facebook and torture yourself with hourly updates about how great she's getting on with the boyfriend. A couple of years ago you'd have been left well and truly in the lurch.
Only when you find yourself not printing out pictures from her weekend and cellotaping your face in instead of her boyfriends will you know that you are well and truly over her.
over a game of mixed signals from a boy. which is particularly annoying, as i had earmarked this one as 'strictly no angsting, just see how it goes' flirtation. ugh i hate being a girl.
you only have to be a nice to some boys and they think you want them. poor guys.
i think the majority of the boys i've had any semblance of a relationship with have been because i felt bad for them liking me. i've made a promise to myself to stop doing this.
same goes with guys