i thought i could understand guys. i grew up with guys. i hang out with them. i'm "one of the guys." but i think i was very very wrong. i see that now. i am never going to understand guys as long as i live.
the last time i saw him, he was with some girl and he completely ignored me. then i saw him yesterday at a party. and we talked for a good hour (to just each other). and we both were too tired to drive the hour and a half home. so we were sitting on the couch watching aqua teen hunger force on DVD and he passed out. i got him a blanket, and since it's a small couch, i decided to sleep on the floor. i was being chivalrous or something. when i woke up this morning, he was sleeping on the floor right next to me.
A. why wasn't he on the couch?
B. why was he right next to me, when i was a good distance from the couch?
was the couch really uncomfortable? was he going to snuggle with me and then he lost his nerve? did i miss some kind of signal?
and then there's bachelor #2. who i met at a party thrown by bachelor #1. (the irony would only have been really good if i'd ended up dating bachelor#2 and bachelor#1 was suddenly jealous). we ended up at a diner. we talked about books for three hours (to the disgruntlement((is that a word?)) of the other occupant of the booth). he called me the next day. told me about all these used bookstores he wanted to show me. invited me to a library sale. ordinarily, these are things that would indicate interest, yes? at said library sale, he spent a very large portion of time telling me about this girl he "just started hanging out with."
i repeat, i do not get it.
please, feel free to enlighten me.
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