That’s What I Get

I just grabbed a spoon--Meaning? Think “FRIENDS” Pilot episode--and it was smacked hard back to my face. This is why I don’t like making moves. For some reason, it always backfires and fails. Sheesh. I said I won’t be part of that heartbreak club last Friday as most of my teammates were experiencing some serious matters of their hearts. Aww, right? Not really. Hah! I’m much too arctic than that. Yeah, I’ll be the jerk who doesn’t help at all by continuously singing “Someday We’ll Know” enjoying every moment until it becomes awkward. But no.

“Do something! Ask her! Nothing will happen if you don’t do anything.” Yeah, I know! Something did happen. I feel like a douche. Apparently, requesting a mere merienda is translated as me coming on too strong. Wow. This poses as a challenge, no doubt. But, I’m not in the mood for challenges. I feel kinda insulted and dejected. It’s very rare that I offer generosity and be actually “nice” and the whole act thrown back to my face. I would’ve probably absorbed it better if I got the two most comforting words there are: “Fuck Off!!!” Cool. Didn’t know it was possible, but apparently (since I wrote about it), I ain’t that cold as I perceive myself to be.