*Sometimes on Fridays I take a break from thinking up stories and interesting tidbits to share and delve into my currently unpublished blog that goes all the way back to Nov of 2006. Today we re-visit Feb 2008 Lauren as she stumbles along, trying to figure out boys. Sigh. We’ve totally all been there.
I had my first experience with the friend card yesterday. I was handed it liberally.
It’s such a slap in the face. Especially when the guy admits to realizing he was giving you “mixed signals”. Thanks dude, thanks for making me look like a crazy stalker just because you were making it very clear, and then suddenly very unclear, that you were into me. Gah. It’s a lot like getting stuck with the Old Maid card. Remember that game? Like, “hi… yeah we can hang out and stuff but I, under NO circumstances, want to sleep with you. Ever.” Sweet.
I handed out the friend card in the fall… and I couldn’t help but think that this was karma getting back at me. But then again, I wasn’t all about the mixed signals. I gave very clear “keep your penis away from me” mimes the whole time. I swear.
Moral of the story: I cried, my friends came to the rescue and made me feel better, and now I’m just irritated and considering the convent. Suggestions?