Sweet Revenge

The comments from my previous post left me guilty about my thoughts regarding ms. touchy girl. Perhaps, it was purely just her way of showing how she likes me and the other girls. This morning, she pinched my nape again (Darn, I really wanted to hit her right that very moment, seriously!). She smiled at me right after. I was trying so hard not to feel irritated by breathing hard and deep and by remembering the comments that was left to me but honestly, I still found it annoying despite whatever reason.

You see there is such a thing called personal space. Some people enjoys being touched and played around with but some like me don't. I've no problem with hooking arms. It's the usual girl buddy's habit but hey, it's my nape that she's touching. Oh no, it isn't only a few seconds nape-and-finger contact touch. She pinches it like it's a small puffy furry pet. She squeezes my nape as if my nape is some form of a citrus fruit that produces juice. My Nape! And did I mention the way she pulls my hair? I don't look like a pet do I? Besides, I don't touch my pet's nape. I just hug them and pat them but I never pinches hidden body parts like a nape.

And the worst part is, I don't have the guts to tell her that I don't like it. How? How can I tell such a "SWEETY" girl that I don't like her sweety pinch? That the thing she all the while thought was sweet isn't sweet to me? How can I tell her that she has become more annoying than sweet? One day, I'm going to pull her hair down. Long and Hard. Til it reaches the floor. I'll use her hair to sweep out the dust and I'll even make a hair bun out of it. I'm going to squeeze her nape tight and strong as if it is the last drop of a lemon juice. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze her. I'm going to let her feel the sweetness she's been showing me all this time. I'm going to. Only mine is more affectionate, more intense. I'm going to show her how sweet I am too.

Don't Touch Me

Let me describe the office setting first. We're all four girls in our area and are seated side by side to each other. I'm situated on the second spot near the exit.

The third and fourth girl must pass through me before they could leave the place. No problem with that but here's the dilemma. why is that everytime 4th girl is leaving the area, say she's going to the washroom or a meeting or somewhere else, she has to play around something from 1st girl to 3rd girl. Never misses anyone. I don't know. Just one of her weird habits. She has to. I mean, she won't get pass you not doing anything annoying to you. It can be touching my hair, pushing my nape, or pinching my arms. What the? Why is that?

Here it goes. She'd stand up from her seat. Step one, extend her arms. Step two, step forward and play around with 3rd girls' hair or nape or arms. Step three, step forward again then play around with my hair or nape or arms. Step four, step forward further then play around with 1st girl's hair or nape or arms. Last step, leave the place! She never forgets to do that everytime she leaves the place. I wonder what is she getting from touching my hair? Is it the hair color or what? For God's sake, can't she leave the place without doing anything to any of us? She's sweet but I hate her habit.

No to Hook-up Dates (Part 3)
The Few Wrong Guys I Met

3. Computer Guy
He has high cheekbone and a tomato red face. Everyone calls him tweety bird. I don't know. That is distinct of him. I just felt the need to include that in my description of him. I forgot what we talked about when I met him. Only he tried to impress me by telling me that he is investing his money in multi-level marketing products. He joined 3 or 4 MLM companies and he said that his personal belief is to invest his money while he's still young. Pretty impressive. When I asked him has he made any earnings from those investments? He said none because he was not able to sell anything from those MLM products. Wow. So is he investing or wasting money while he's young?

4. Short Engineer Guy
I have nothing to say about this guy except that he's about 5'2 feet tall. I'm 5'5 and I don't think our personality jives. He thinks he's cool but I don't think he is. I can't remember anything about him except that he's short and he's cool or pretending to be cool. I'm not sure too.

Tell me.. how the hell won't I feel depressed when all the guys I meet are way too wrong? Seriously, the four guys I mentioned aren't that bad. It just so happened I faultfound in them because we didn't match up well. With medicine guy, he could probably find a girl who enjoys talking to fidgeting guys and with engineer guy, a girl who's very serious about making the correct spelling. Me, I'm not purtinnent with sppellling. lol. So it goes for #3 and #4 guys. It just a matter of finding who's right. But it's pretty hard. Sometimes you think you've found the one and you get nothing but a big 'no' from that person. Life is cruel and the process of dating, darn I'm tired of it.

No to Hook-up Dates (Part 2)
The Few Wrong Guys I Met

My brother read my blog and he commented that I wrote my blog as if I was the ugliest girl in the world with not a single admirer. He said if ever strangers dropped by my blog and read my previous post, they'd probably think I'm a very poor girl which isn't really the case.

This time I'm going to be conceited for a change. I just thought I needed to do this to compensate the negative things I vented from my previous post to. Just for the record, I'm not ugly. In fact, I am pretty or at least I think so. Although I ain't a head turner and I'm a little bit chubby. I also have my share of admirers whom the other way around, I didn't like.

Here are the major cases:

Case #1. Medicine Guy
You'd think he's really a good catch taking up a medicine course - A future doctor. He's nice and all but everytime he calls me up, he never speaks. He just calls and expects me to do the talking and it exhausts the hell out of me. Why am I the one doing all the topic thinking? One day I went out with my friends and he came along. We have a common friend. Guess what? He also fidgets. I guess it must be because he was too nervous to talk to me. He fidgets like forever and he looks very uneasy smiling and stuttering and even breathing deeply like he needed a lot of energy before starting up a conversation. He's also wearing this big pair of shoes that looks like Ronald McDonald's boots. =(

Case #2. Civil Engineer Guy
Wow. Another future professional. Looks like he's a good catch too. This guy is way too arrogant and weird. He was already 22 years old when he called me up one day and contrary to the first guy, he talks a lot. Not boring at all and has a good sense of humor. Only he likes talking about his frustration about the time he lost the spelling contest he joined during his elementary or high school days. That was when? 7 or 8 or 9 years ago and He can't even move on with that spelling contest failure? He even asked me if I saw him during one of our school program where he sang and danced. Darn! Who cares if he sang and danced?

(To be continued...)

No to Hook-up Dates (Part 1)
Fear of Rejection: A History

The four times that I was hooked up with.. gheezz... I don't know how do I blog this down without ever feeling sorry for myself... *breathes hard* mmmm...ok, of the four guys that were hooked up to me, three of them didn't sms or even call me up afterwards. They were obviously nonchalant about meeting me. It wasn't that big deal back then since they weren't my type either and each of them was hooked up to me at a different point in time so the impact wasn't that huge. Not until now that I have reaccounted every guy that I met and every effort that I exerted. It damn hurt my pride to think that after all the trying, all I got was NOTHING but the feeling of being rejected. I didn't even gain friends in them. Ouch! It really busted my ego badly. Being rejected three times? Damn! I am pathetic. Seriously. It makes me feel ugly. I wonder how did I allow myself to go through that and even reach the third time without ever feeling down? It was only until after the third time that I started packing up and indignantly turning down hook-up dates like that.

To tell you the truth, i'm blogging this down with a heavy heart. It's always difficult to pour out something so pride degrading. I feel like I'm one defective product displayed inside a store with nobody giving a damn about my existence. No, I'm not bitter nor I'm holding any grudge to any of those guys. In fact, I wish them well. It's just one heck of a nightmare. I mean, three of them! I was still planning to defend myself by saying that those guys were not that good and their girlfriends as of this moment aren't that 'winner' material type. I refrain though. I ain't going to puke another bitter word. I realized it doesn't really matter whether they're good or not. The fact is, I felt rejected three times and it's so enough to have me saying no to hook up dates.

For the past 1 year or so, I turned down all hook-up dates my friends offered me regardless of me appearing too arrogant or picky or weird or whatever they think about me by saying no. I just can't take being rejected anymore. It's too much. But hey, come to think of it, I'm still kinda strong to have reached three times. :p