I don't know which is worse...

A man who barely knows I exist, or a man who knows I exist and can't decide if he wants to play the field or be in a relationship (with me or anyone else).

There is a third possibility: a man who not only knows I exist, but I suspect is attracted to me, and lets me get away with things because he's attracted to me. When I hear phrases like, "I do that for special people like you..." I know there's something going on in their head.

And maybe I'm just blowing it all out of proportion. That sounds more like me. Letting my imagination run away with me again...

*sigh*



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--