I think I'm at the very beginning of a decent romantic comedy. I'm in a (quasi) relationship that's going nowhere. I'm frustrated. I'm pissed off. I'm alone. Again. There have been mixed signals. There have been dashed hopes. Isn't that how the heroine starts out in most of those movies?
And then just when she's at her wits' end...when she's not looking, when she's not prepared, when she's usually in some awkward, embarrassing scenario...there he is. And it just works. She finds him charming. He finds her adorable.
His bottom line: I don't think Muscles likes me very much. I think I annoy him. He overanalyzes everything I say. Lately, I find myself walking on eggshells around him. He only seems to enjoy being around me when we're in a group. We have been "talking" for two months now. I have been stressed and confused 90% of the time.
My bottom line: I don't want someone to look at me in annoyance. I don't want someone to roll their eyes because I did or said something silly. I don't want someone to read into everything I say looking for the flaw. I don't want someone to wish I were a little thinner, a little taller, a little smarter, a little more interesting. I don't want them to wish I had a slightly smaller nose or a quieter laugh. I want someone to look at me and like me...just the way I am right now. And if Muscles isn't that guy...then what the hell am I doing?
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