Red Flag
Have you ever called someone that you're sort of talking to and while the phones ringing you're thinking, "Please, please, for the love of GOD, don't pick up?"
And then when they don't pick up you leave a message where you sound vaguely sick and then when you hang up the phone you have that same feeling of barely escaping a death sentence, like when you call in sick to work?
Here's what I really want to know, if I am feeling this bad about something why hasn't he picked up on it and politely stopped calling me. But no, he has to be a prick about it and keep talking to me. What a bastard!
See, this is how I know I'm a girl. Nothing is ever my fault.
Ramblings of TerraT @ 3:46 PM
2 Judgements:
Definately not love. I have been called the female version of Seinfield. Translation, I find something wrong with 99 percent of the people I date. Oh well.
Oh no. Am I really about to pull out my malfunctions? OK, case in point. Reason I'm not really feelin this guy. Off the bat doesn't seem like we have much in common. Also my personality seems to overwhelm him. Not good. But the killer? The killer is he keeps touching. I DON'T like it when people I don't know touch me a lot. I have to feel some kind of connection before that's ok, and with all the touching and me struggling to find something in common. Well it's not happening.
Here's how I'm Seinfield. If it came down between two people I wasn't all that hot about, I'd choose my cats.
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