Okay. I'm fucking sick of the two dating websites I'm on. Or maybe it's me that I'm sick of? I don't fucking know. I just know that it's obnoxious to get on day after day and find out that yet another someone has "viewed me", but declined to message me. Am I that repulsive?! Am I that unappealing?! Look, I know I'm no supermodel and that I'm not a size 0 - 8, but good God! I'm sorry that puberty decided to slap me with this stupid extra weight that I can NOT get rid of no matter how hard I try! Ugh. And if I seem boring, it's because I don't know how to freaking sell myself! I'm fascinating, really, truly I am! I just... have to meet you and open up to you. And what's wrong with being a bit shy?! You aren't exactly George Clooney or Johnny Depp yourself, so why act like it's SOOOO fucking hard to get to know me?! Maybe it's because I'm not just another pair of legs to spread when you want to and to abandon when you don't want to and I know it. Am I intimidating because I don't want to be just that to you? Am I intimidating to you because I actually have the balls to message you first, even though "9 times out of 10, the guy prefers to have the girl make the first move"?! Puh-lease! Drop your fucking balls already and just message me! I was obviously interesting enough to get you to look at my profile (even if it was just for my pictures), so who's to say I'm not interesting enough to message and then get to know? Oy.
Things with Michael are... eh. His parents found out about me and flipped some pretty serious shit, which is pretty fucking hilarious considering they went in HIS room and took HIS laptop to use without telling him while he was in the shower (I got the story straight from him the day afterward). It's like, "Are you fucking kidding me?! Why the hell would you DELIBERATELY go through your son's Facebook and try to see who he's talking to, then go through his inbox and then act like you have every right to freak out when my ex ( / best friend) messaged your son and said "If you hurt her, I'll hurt you." when, hello!, he's my fucking best friend! Of course he's going to be protective of me!" It's just... wow. And now, as much as I want to move on, I'm also really tempted to message his parents and say (respectfully, quietly, demurely, etc) that what they saw on the IM was just a joke; that I am not a crazy psycho bitch who found him randomly on Facebook and started hitting on him; that I am willing to meet them for coffee (or drink of their choice) and answer any questions they may have; that I am a fairly normal girl who just happens to have a crush on their precious little son... who is 20 and shouldn't be threatened with being kicked out if he chooses a girl that they don't approve of. Oy. I can relate on so many levels with this kid, it's crazy... and I can totally see my father pulling a stunt like that had I not gotten kicked out at 18 and a half for not being like him (those weren't his exact words, but they may as well have been).
On the plus side, I think my headache is gone. *shakes head* Score. Too bad it's been (hopefully temporarily) replaced with "I-Don't-Wear-Glasses-Or-Contacts-But-Sometimes-I-Wake-Up-And-It's-Like-I-Fell-Asleep-With-Them-On". *sigh*
On a random and ending note, if more rap sounded like Smash Mouth's "All Star", I would so totally listen to it.
