Last night, feeling high on not having a class to attend and sipping a cocktail, I realized I needed to act like I'd want to be treated. In other words I asked myself if I wanted to be an ass or an adult. Being adult comes at a high cost sometimes - you can't blame it on inexperience or youth when you totally eff something up. Well, I guess you can but that is a lame excuse and at this point only the very immature and selfish still make lame excuses for their behavior at my age.
Hold on, let me come back from my tangent.
Anyway, I was literally high from NOT have a class to attend and the cocktail sent me over the edge. While some people drunk dial, I drunk email or blog or paint my place. With second drink in hand I emailed the guy from my earlier post. I sent him a very, very adult email - so adult that when I sobered up I thought, "Who wrote that?!"
The email basically said that we were both adults and regardless of his specific interest in me or not, I'd like to be friends. I also apologized for seeing him last week and pretending I didn't see him like some 14 year old with braces. (I got my braces off last month.)
I expected him to write back and we'd start the friendly banter that occurs between two new friends, but no. He hasn't written back and while I'd love to hear from him I am okay if he doesn't respond.
I hope he realized though that I really would like to be friends. I am still hoping to hear from him so I'll blab about whatever happens.
Update:
Well, it has been two days since I sent my electronic olive branch and there's been no response. I'm assuming my olive branch was smothered in lighter fluid and set on fire. Whoosh!
I'm fine and I'm proud that I did what I thought was the right thing. And honestly, there weren't any 'other' motives at play - I just wanted not to be a bitchy child. I wish him the best.
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