Right... Been browsing the Escapist forums for quite some time, coming across very interesting topics and frequently thinking "I ought to reply to this..." but never did. I've finally registered and insteand I'm posting this. Partly because I've come to realise most people here "think like me" and partly because I need to vent - thank you for reading, I appreciate it. Reply please, I would like it, but I'm not looking for advice - I think this is a process of looking into myself.
I've just spent the night with the most beautiful girl I've ever met, without any of the action expected, we just watched a movie. Why nothing you ask? Why should I care you ask?
Good questions, and you shouldn't care in case there was any doubt. As I said, I'm talking about me and giving you a bit of detail about life as I go on. There is Mass Effect 3 trailer for you to watch if you've never lived, or if you have the soul of a pancake.
The story is long and I will spare you from the brunt of it, but there is a short version. I met a girl almost a year ago and fell for her. She's that kind of girl that will always make you smile. Pretty, funny, and most importantly, intelligent. Wonderful isn't it, she's a dream girl? Yes she is. Unfortunately, for me, I'm not a dream guy.
I drink, perhaps too much, I swear, I'm driven by greed and I'm a calculative bastard. Finance and Mathematics does, let's say interesting, things to one self. Personally I consider these to be good qualities in life. But they are not always practical. In this particular case, all of them failed. Charm, wit and humour failed me, leaving me with my most uncomfortable part, just plain me. That frigthening emotional chasm I so rarely look into.
It was terryfing. I offered myself and my feelings to her on a platter, left with no other options. She, being who she is, proved why she was the person I fell for, when she said "I'm not the girlfriend for you". Not with the expected rejection in eyes or tone, but something else. Sincerity. Do you remember the first time you really hurt your girl(boy) friend? That deep look of sadness? Yeah, that's the one...
I walked her home. When we got to her home, I asked if she wanted to watch a movie. Imagine my joy when she said she did. In any other situation, that would be a goal and I certainly wouldn't be telling this horrid little story here if it was, but it wasn't. What are ones boundaries when you've discussed everything prior to? Turns out both enjoy physical touch (non-genital I feel must be added) and eye contact, and both were enjoyed, by both parties.
This is the point of this essay. Choice. Should, shouldn't? How does one proceed from an impossible situation that appears not so impossible afterall? I walked home. Be the good man, I told myself. Let her make her choice, it's not your's to make.
I feel a final emotion has been left out. I should have kissed her as I left.
I've just spent the night with the most beautiful girl I've ever met, without any of the action expected, we just watched a movie. Why nothing you ask? Why should I care you ask?
Good questions, and you shouldn't care in case there was any doubt. As I said, I'm talking about me and giving you a bit of detail about life as I go on. There is Mass Effect 3 trailer for you to watch if you've never lived, or if you have the soul of a pancake.
The story is long and I will spare you from the brunt of it, but there is a short version. I met a girl almost a year ago and fell for her. She's that kind of girl that will always make you smile. Pretty, funny, and most importantly, intelligent. Wonderful isn't it, she's a dream girl? Yes she is. Unfortunately, for me, I'm not a dream guy.
I drink, perhaps too much, I swear, I'm driven by greed and I'm a calculative bastard. Finance and Mathematics does, let's say interesting, things to one self. Personally I consider these to be good qualities in life. But they are not always practical. In this particular case, all of them failed. Charm, wit and humour failed me, leaving me with my most uncomfortable part, just plain me. That frigthening emotional chasm I so rarely look into.
It was terryfing. I offered myself and my feelings to her on a platter, left with no other options. She, being who she is, proved why she was the person I fell for, when she said "I'm not the girlfriend for you". Not with the expected rejection in eyes or tone, but something else. Sincerity. Do you remember the first time you really hurt your girl(boy) friend? That deep look of sadness? Yeah, that's the one...
I walked her home. When we got to her home, I asked if she wanted to watch a movie. Imagine my joy when she said she did. In any other situation, that would be a goal and I certainly wouldn't be telling this horrid little story here if it was, but it wasn't. What are ones boundaries when you've discussed everything prior to? Turns out both enjoy physical touch (non-genital I feel must be added) and eye contact, and both were enjoyed, by both parties.
This is the point of this essay. Choice. Should, shouldn't? How does one proceed from an impossible situation that appears not so impossible afterall? I walked home. Be the good man, I told myself. Let her make her choice, it's not your's to make.
I feel a final emotion has been left out. I should have kissed her as I left.