Samantha88
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- Jan 27, 2011
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with? ? Hello, I'm sorry to get sad on you. I had a crush on the ONLY actually decent man I've ever met. And of course he isn't interested. In fact, I fear I repulse him.
I was in a good place in my head when I met him,or so I though. Good enough to not be bothered by his ignoring me...well, he was civil. You know how THAT goes.
But for the past two weeks I've been terribly moody and sad. I was transferred at work, and my new coworkers are also cordial but distant.
So fair to say, I've been feeling "blown off" recently. It makes sense I'd be hurt by the attivdes at work, but why am I depressed over my crush? I never truly expected him to like me, though I hadn't expected him to literally run ovt of the room at the end of our last meeting (a book study). He actually forgot his coat even. I was surprised-the hurt came when somebody said his face was really flushed-he literally almost ran me over upon leaving.
LOGICALLY I understand but here I am, at age 38 crying like a teenager anyway. I'm so depressed right now, it wouldn't even make sense to say yes to a date-even if I got asked.
I feel like one of Cindarella's ugly stepsisters. What is wrong with me?
I was in a good place in my head when I met him,or so I though. Good enough to not be bothered by his ignoring me...well, he was civil. You know how THAT goes.
But for the past two weeks I've been terribly moody and sad. I was transferred at work, and my new coworkers are also cordial but distant.
So fair to say, I've been feeling "blown off" recently. It makes sense I'd be hurt by the attivdes at work, but why am I depressed over my crush? I never truly expected him to like me, though I hadn't expected him to literally run ovt of the room at the end of our last meeting (a book study). He actually forgot his coat even. I was surprised-the hurt came when somebody said his face was really flushed-he literally almost ran me over upon leaving.
LOGICALLY I understand but here I am, at age 38 crying like a teenager anyway. I'm so depressed right now, it wouldn't even make sense to say yes to a date-even if I got asked.
I feel like one of Cindarella's ugly stepsisters. What is wrong with me?