Blah Blah Blah...
Story of my life it seems. I just can't seem to find anything worthwhile to say in this blank space of mine. Funny how I have this little piece of web space at my fingertips; yet never have anything profound enough to say that would really affect anything or anyone in anyway.
I guess that is the 4th dimension of humanity. While one person could say something spilt from their heart and almost not even rouse some dust, another can shake someone's foundation by a comment about their love of oatmeal.
It is that intangible quality in some people that I wish I could bottle for myself.
I seem to be so inept at conveying my thoughts or feelings to someone face to face. Which doesn't really make me any different than that many others, but it causes me to lose so much authenticity when it is done in an indirect way.
I never used to be so cautious about letting my thoughts and or feelings be known to another. I guess it is a nasty little scar left behind by my ex to remember her by.
Some nights when I lie in bed I wonder if I will ever get past this barrier I have put up for protection. Sometimes I meet someone that makes me think I can, but I'm socially crippled when the time comes.
There is someone recently that has sparked my interest. Unlike before, I will be more aloof. Unlike before, I will not seem so eager or nervous. Unlike before, I will move at her pace. (At least I will if she is at all interested in me.) Unlike before, I will give myself a good chance to show myself, to be myself. Hopefully this approach works.
If it doesn't I'll have to resort to lying to women.
Hell, it works for everyone else.
Why not me to?
Story of my life it seems. I just can't seem to find anything worthwhile to say in this blank space of mine. Funny how I have this little piece of web space at my fingertips; yet never have anything profound enough to say that would really affect anything or anyone in anyway.
I guess that is the 4th dimension of humanity. While one person could say something spilt from their heart and almost not even rouse some dust, another can shake someone's foundation by a comment about their love of oatmeal.
It is that intangible quality in some people that I wish I could bottle for myself.
I seem to be so inept at conveying my thoughts or feelings to someone face to face. Which doesn't really make me any different than that many others, but it causes me to lose so much authenticity when it is done in an indirect way.
I never used to be so cautious about letting my thoughts and or feelings be known to another. I guess it is a nasty little scar left behind by my ex to remember her by.
Some nights when I lie in bed I wonder if I will ever get past this barrier I have put up for protection. Sometimes I meet someone that makes me think I can, but I'm socially crippled when the time comes.
There is someone recently that has sparked my interest. Unlike before, I will be more aloof. Unlike before, I will not seem so eager or nervous. Unlike before, I will move at her pace. (At least I will if she is at all interested in me.) Unlike before, I will give myself a good chance to show myself, to be myself. Hopefully this approach works.
If it doesn't I'll have to resort to lying to women.
Hell, it works for everyone else.
Why not me to?
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You can always head out to eastern europe in your 40's and get a nice, smart wife if the local women turn out to be too spoilt or odd to your way of being a gentleman in the long run.
i don't know who you've asked so i can't make much of a judgement call
but seriously...i think you're asking the wrong girls