I dated a girl once who came round. She asked “are you going to give me the tour?”
I was like “uh, okay sure” so showed her around the living room, kitchen and back yard, before heading upstairs. I showed her the guest rooms and my room, and she sat on the bed and was like “it seems comfy in here”.
Right then I did what any guy would do, stopped for a moment, and said “it sure is. Now let’s head back downstairs and see what there is to watch”.
It was a good couple of years later when I thought back about it and it hit me like a train, “you fucking idiot”
I once had a girl in a bar tell me (after some flirting and kissing) that she was wearing white panties with pink hearts, to which I responded “That’s nice”.
In high school, I had a classmate that I was not yet in the ‘friends’ territory, but we knew each other and would make small talk. One day she asked me to come around and look at her family computer, usual ‘slow and acting weird’ stuff. Sure.
I go over, all prepped with a flash drive full of utilities, and get straight to work. After a bit, maybe an hour of just chatting while I run programs and make changes, she offers to show me her room. I mean, I’m just waiting for the progress bar, why not. So she leads me back and it’s a cozy room, all neat and tidy, and I stop in the doorway while she sits on the bed. I survey the room, I remember the bed being pink, like that of a flowers pedals (I don’t know names of flowers but you all know that one I’m talking about, pink with a shade of white making it a light pink). I said something about the room being nice or something, and she pats the bed next to her and offers that I sit.
“No thanks, I should probably get back to the computer to see how it’s doing.”
And I do just that. She asks for help twice more after that - and I’m just like ‘how are you this bad at computers’ but strangely the follow-up visits don’t show much for me to fix. Strange, why would she ask for help - and pay me - when it’s basically in pristine shape now?
About a decade later, it clicked. She was cute, tall, quite intelligent, and nice to talk to, but I’m both an idiot, and like 99.4% gay, so that makes sense. Had it been a guy, I would have connected the dots immediately.
Ah well, she had a better-than-new pc for quite a while, at least.
Decades later “You are more of a cuddler then I expected” still echos in my head after spending the night with a girl that clearly liked me that spent all day telling dirty jokes to.
Sigh, at least I’m not alone in my obliviousness. Can i stop beating myself up about it now? How about all those other unrelated past mistakes i made, can i stop beating myself up about those too? Sigh.
I dated a girl once who came round. She asked “are you going to give me the tour?”
I was like “uh, okay sure” so showed her around the living room, kitchen and back yard, before heading upstairs. I showed her the guest rooms and my room, and she sat on the bed and was like “it seems comfy in here”.
Right then I did what any guy would do, stopped for a moment, and said “it sure is. Now let’s head back downstairs and see what there is to watch”.
It was a good couple of years later when I thought back about it and it hit me like a train, “you fucking idiot”
Girls read this and say “A couple of years? Are you serious?”
Guys read this and nod their head. Every guy has a story like this, at least one.
I once had a girl in a bar tell me (after some flirting and kissing) that she was wearing white panties with pink hearts, to which I responded “That’s nice”.
In high school, I had a classmate that I was not yet in the ‘friends’ territory, but we knew each other and would make small talk. One day she asked me to come around and look at her family computer, usual ‘slow and acting weird’ stuff. Sure.
I go over, all prepped with a flash drive full of utilities, and get straight to work. After a bit, maybe an hour of just chatting while I run programs and make changes, she offers to show me her room. I mean, I’m just waiting for the progress bar, why not. So she leads me back and it’s a cozy room, all neat and tidy, and I stop in the doorway while she sits on the bed. I survey the room, I remember the bed being pink, like that of a flowers pedals (I don’t know names of flowers but you all know that one I’m talking about, pink with a shade of white making it a light pink). I said something about the room being nice or something, and she pats the bed next to her and offers that I sit.
“No thanks, I should probably get back to the computer to see how it’s doing.”
And I do just that. She asks for help twice more after that - and I’m just like ‘how are you this bad at computers’ but strangely the follow-up visits don’t show much for me to fix. Strange, why would she ask for help - and pay me - when it’s basically in pristine shape now?
About a decade later, it clicked. She was cute, tall, quite intelligent, and nice to talk to, but I’m both an idiot, and like 99.4% gay, so that makes sense. Had it been a guy, I would have connected the dots immediately.
Ah well, she had a better-than-new pc for quite a while, at least.
Well at least you have the gay excuse, but some people really are that dense lol
Decades later “You are more of a cuddler then I expected” still echos in my head after spending the night with a girl that clearly liked me that spent all day telling dirty jokes to.
Sigh, at least I’m not alone in my obliviousness. Can i stop beating myself up about it now? How about all those other unrelated past mistakes i made, can i stop beating myself up about those too? Sigh.
Life’s too short to get hung up on it, friend.
I know it’s easy for me to say, but each success; mistake; and blatantly oblivious sign that they’re DTF missed are all learning experiences.
It makes you who you are now, and that’s kinda awesome. You’re better than who you were before. Onwards and upwards!
Thanks for the good thoughts, at the very least you put a smile on my face :)