Thursday, August 30, 2012

DTLOR: Define the Lack of Relationship.


One thing about me and men: I create a lot of unnecessary drama in my head.

But hey, at least I know that. So I can laugh at myself as I have mild freak outs randomly.

The Roommate situation kinda fell flat after our "confession" talk. (Aka - the talk during which he confessed his feelings for me and I acted confused and gave him no clues as to my real feelings) I left town, he left town, I left town again, and he moved out of the ward. This didn't leave much time for even seeing each other, let alone talking about serious relationshipy things. But, lucky for me, my mind wouldn't let go of the issue at hand. After week 3, it kinda started to eat me up. I needed to talk to him and tell him how I feel.

Let me explain these feelings of turmoil a little better: GUILT. I was feeling pretty dang guilty that he had poured his heart out and I just kinda gave him a shoulder shrug. The least I could do was tell him my thoughts.

So, I set up a talk time. First, I hate doing things like that. I would much prefer situations in which you could talk about serious things without being interrupted to come by spontaneously and unplanned. Planning them makes them seem so much more... well, serious. Not to mention the anxiety that anticipation can cause. Alas.

I met The Roommate and we immediately began talking like we always do. Catching up on life, telling jokes, laughing, blah blah blah. After about 25 minutes, I started to wonder how I was ever going to bring it up. We could clearly waste all our time fluff talking and not ever mention why we were actually there. Finally, I had to jump to the punch.
"Alright. No more of this. Time to talk about more serious things." Sadly, that was almost a direct quote. 


It was hard to get out and explain, as it usually is, but I basically told him that part of me liked him, but I just didn't know how it would be to date him. He seemed to only hear the second part... and told me he kinda "figured" as much by my actions. The whole thing lasted under 10 minutes and ended with a resolution to go back to normal. Aka: brother and sister status? 

Now, for most people this would be nearly impossible. However, considering the personalities of both The Roommate and myself, I am quite convinced that this is EXACTLY what will happen. Back to normal.

Which is exactly what I want. Finally!

The One Timer: Over and Out.

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