2.26.2013

le vingt-cinq fèvrier

So a friend asked me, 'how can I talk to someone so much yet not get that much closer to them?'

Well 'friend' is how we categorize each other now... we know we both like each other and I almost agreed to dating him but I decided it best not to and he said it was okay to stay friends.  Except now he's saying that he feels weird talking this much to a female friend.

And I honestly can see him as a simple male friend.  To be honest, there's only one guy friend I talk to as much as with my female friends, but for some reason we're all cool and can continue conversing as good friends.

I guess what I want to do now is trace this back to the past...

Let's just say, I wasn't very pretty or attractive or outgoing or outspoken in high school - so of COURSE it was easy to talk to many guys because they had no reason to be interested in me.  I think I mostly have three kinds of relationships with people:

1. Really close, super tight friends.  There are probably only two of them, and obviously female.
2. Good friends.  I have a a handful of good friends, and I guess most guy friends I have only fall up to this category.  I obviously take more effort in talking with these friends every once in a while more so than with acquaintances.  But I guess that's the key point - 'every once in a while'.
3. Acquaintances.  People who I can have a nice conversation with only when we are obligated to be around each other, like at school or at church.

I don't know, honestly, all I want to say to this 'friend' is I'm... pretty comfortable around guys in general I guess.  Maybe this is the tomboy side of me.

I remember at this one party, I only hung out with three guy FRIENDS.  I did not hang out with any girls.  I was aware that I was basically 'that girl'.

Wow I don't know.  This one's a toughie.  And I think this question will be bothering me for some time, to be honest.

Little does this friend know that even as short a time we hung out together for, I still cried for hours knowing that I was giving up something that could turn into something precious (but I solemnly believe for a better reason).

No, you know what the answer is?

BOYS ARE WEIRD.

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