Are that “the dish” is in fact NOT interested.
Seems I was delusional after all . . . oh well, it was fun while it lasted . . . sort of. I actually intensely dislike the whole butterflies-in-the-tummy-does-he-doesn’t-he-is-he-isn’t-he sensation. I like to discuss things and set rules up front and get it over with. It’s so much easier than the whole wait and see thing and it’s less stressful.
I think it’s going to take a while to convince the bloody adolescent living in my brain of this fact- you know the one that tries to take over when hormonal-emotional-male-related issues crop up?
And I’m quite disappointed in myself in that as disinterested as I convince myself I am when it comes to relationships, I turn into a giggling lump of mush if ANYONE seemingly pays me some attention. S’pose it’s bound to happen after six years of “singleness”.
But how annoying is that!!!