QuoteOne time, at the end of a rare date, I asked a girl if I could kiss her. I don't remember if I kissed her or not. The next day my friends were laughing at me because she told her sister and I guess you're not supposed to ask.
Within a month or so, she was dating a caveman.
Have I said lately, that I hate the norms?
I don't know, one of my friends went out with a guy once who asked if he could kiss her, and she said she was pleasantly surprised that he was so gentlemanly. She said she asked him why he'd asked in the first place, and he said it was 'cause he didn't want to scare her and have her kiss him back out of shock rather than love (or whatever).
So I think it must have just been that particular girl, Reebs. I swear we're not
all giggling girly gits (though I can't very well boast about being the rule for how girls are s'posed to be...).
I myself have never had a relationship (as in 'partner', not as in 'the alternative being that I've been a cave-hermit my entire life') *ever*. And I think one of the biggest parts of it really is the self-confidence thing. I'm *hopeless* at maths, but the idea that no confidence = no partner is (unfortunately) fairly straight-forward, at least from where I'm sitting. I'm hopeless at talking to people in unfamiliar situations 'cause I just *know* that sooner or later I'll make a complete idiot of myself, and I never go to clubs, 'cause I hate them. I just don't see the point in sitting around in a place where the music's so loud you can't hear anyone without shouting in each other's ears, and where, on leaving several hours later, you realize your heart's down by your liver and your lungs have been
thump, thump, thumped into having a ménage à trois with your large intestine. Mmm,
really not my cup of tea

(Earl Grey, one sugar with a bit of milk. In case anyone had the irrepressable desire to know

).
So yeah. The story of my single life thus far.

And what Jaimey said was quite right:
QuoteIf anyone did like me, I wouldn't know unless they explained it to me...like they're talking to a 5 year old. Short and simple.
Yep, if anyone's ever liked me in the past, I've never noticed it. Even if they danced naked in front of me waving a sign that said "I LOVE YOU!!!", I'd swear they were dancing for someone else.



Hopeless case, really. Crazy old catwomandom, here I come!