yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Introspection Hmm. I guess I should update. I didn’t get hauled over the proverbial coals as I thought I would be during my job evaluation. On the contrary, I scored a 98 out of 100. Not too shabby. I guess I’m a better actress than I thought. I’m trying to figure out what it is about me that makes guys flock to be my friend, but not have the slightest interest in anything romantic. I think I’m pretty, I know I must be fun to hang out with or they wouldn’t initiate so many opportunities to communicate with me. For instance: NJ calls me weekly from DC to check on me, find out what’s new and get and give advice. JJ calls or comes by daily to hang out, talk, flirt. AB is always there with a hug and a shoulder, ready to pep me up. DS is the most outrageous flirt who’s always good for an ego boost. DL seeks out my company a couple times a week for a heart to heart and a good hug. D the Jazz Man crashes my Tuesday night meeting every week so see what’s new. B and R give me rides on their mopeds and tell me they like to hang with me cause I have the same funky sense of humor that they have. JK likes to embarrass me and hang my blinds back up for me. LH seeks me out for a good slow dance every chance he gets. RL tries to see if he can flirt enough to make me blush. What’s the problem, you ask? They are all just friends. Yep, just friends. That’s all: ME—every guys best friend. They think I’m flirty and sexy and smell great and such a girly girl that they all have to look after and protect me. I have to be going wrong somewhere. It’s not that they see me as one of the guys, because they are constantly hugging me or kissing my forehead or telling me I look beautiful. They love me for who I am, but they aren’t in love with me. I’m missing some key component here. I’m at a loose. Any opinions on the matter? My next step would be to ask all of the above referenced males in my life, but I don’t think guys like to be cornered about stuff like that (insert big sigh here). Oh yeah, I turn 27 on Monday. Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday YellowDucky, happy birthday to me. We’re all going out to dinner. Me, my guys and the girls. 10:36 p.m. - May 11, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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