It's been a few days (or weeks...maybe)...seems I'm not procrastinating as much as I used to (except for that English paper...it's been procrastinated like a mo-fo).
At any rate, these next few "In Pursuit of Women" installments may not be in the particular order in which they occurred. I can think of at least 5 girls I liked throughout high school, but for the life of me, remembering the exact order or grade when I liked them is sketchy.
Not that you really care about those details anyway, but there ya have it.
This next girl is significant because she's the first girl I asked out...who I didn't really think I wanted to go out with.
Heck, I probably didn't even really like her all that much.
Yeah, how often does that happen?
We were both in band, and from early on in whatever school year it was (maybe Freshman year), I could tell there seemed to be some sort of interest on her part. I honestly don't remember much aside from the fact that I enjoyed the attention, but like with most all girls, she didn't fit what I thought I was looking for.
And, honestly, I think she got on my nerves more than anything.
But that aside, we took a band trip to Corpus Christi later in the year. Most of what happened is fuzzy (aside from the monstrous stick man I made in the sand the next morning), but one night as everyone took a walk on the beach, I think someone told me this girl liked me and that we'd look cute together...or something of the sort. All I really remember is knowing I didn't want to ask her out, but I felt bad, so I did anyway.
And naturally, by this point, she was probably put off by my obvious lack of interest, and so she took the power into her hands and said no
I felt rejected, for a moment, but then I remembered that I didn't really want to go out with her anyway, so I was thankful. If she would have actually said yes, then I more than likely would have found myself in an extremely awkward position the very next day when I woke up and realized I was "dating" some girl I didn't even like.
Awkward for me, and a jerk move for me to pull on her.
My dad gave me some great advice once based on a personal story of his I won't take the time to go into, but it basically goes like this:
"Don't ruin your life just to be polite."There's a big difference (I hope) in caring for a person vs. knowing they're the sort of person you actually want to spend the rest of your life with. Thanks to our schizophrenic hormones, those lines can sometimes become cloudy...very cloudy.
Figure out what you want, where it counts, and don't worry about anything else until they come around. It's better to live alone learning patience and how to enjoy life than be stuck with someone you can't stand...or who can't stand you.
In short, and in conclusion, don't settle, and don't be the one settled for.
Sincerely,
-Sean
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