Should Honesty Coming From a Male Be Suspect?

All right, time for another blog. I know it'll be hard to beat the outpouring of elation of the last blog post, but I'll try my best to at least make this one an entertaining read.



Gosh, this has been a good week.



I had a great date on Tuesday night, and it was actually kind of by accident. A classmate and I went to a Hindu temple for our religion class. This "classmate" just happened to be the best looking guy in the class that sits behind me. Lucky me. :)



So anyway, we go to this temple and it is beautiful. However, it's being renovated, so there is a little house next door that serves as a temporary worship place. Wow. Let's talk about this.



We have to take off our shoes, and as you all well know, I have a thing about feet anyway. This house has nasty carpet that is supposed to most likely be white, but is actually brown, and then the other part of it has linoleum that has got to be out of the 70's, peeling up at the corners. Yeah, did I mention I was barefoot. And so was the main guy in this place that smelled like an old, poop-filled baby diaper.



Really, I am NOT being melodramatic.



So, that's not even the worst part. I understand that we must respect different cultures and try to see the world as they do, no matter how different. Put ourselves in their shoes, you might say. I totally respect any other person in the world if they respect me, no matter what their choice in faith.

But here is the kicker.

Anytime I would speak or direct a question to this Hindu man, he blatantly ignored me. It was as if I wasn't there. Because I'm a female, I wasn't really seen as important enough to speak to. This pissed me off, big time. I totally respect other cultures, but I am person and so is this guy. I may not be wearing a head dress or a turtleneck to hide all of my skin, but if I speak to him or ask him a question, as a person, he can acknowledge me. I think my classmate might've noticed I was a little irritated at this, because we only stayed in this little house of worship for about ten minutes.

Oh, and as soon as we got outside, I was definitely saying something about the fact that I was pretty glad I was a female living in America and not overseas in India or Asia.

So, I'm writing down directions on how to get back to the freeway to go home when my classmate asks me, "Are you hungry?" Of course I'm always hungry.

So in a surprising turn of events, we end up having dinner and just hanging out for a few hours. It was a really great time. He then asked me to go to the Bodies Exhibit in Atlanta with him, which was so impressive to me. I'm so used to males my age not quite having reached the highest intelligence level yet, or an appreciation for something different beyond dinner and a movie. To spark my interest, something different is exactly what I go for. It was refreshing.
It was also refreshing that he was okay with the fact that I'd been such a spaz at dinner, talking with my hands, and accidentally snagged my earring, flipping it across the restaurant. I know. Charming.

Also, as we're leaving the restaurant hours later, I ask him again how to get back on the freeway.
"Just right there," he says, pointing straight ahead. What? Turns out, he'd driven 15 minutes out of his way so when I left the restaurant, I'd be able to get right on the freeway without making a billion turns and probably getting lost.

He immediately wanted to plan for another hang out time, so a couple days later, we went out to lunch and hung out before class. This was also just as fun. We have a lot in common, he is very very down to earth, and totally accepts the fact that I fall up stairs, generally walk right into the path of danger unintentionally -- i.e. practically falling out of his truck while trying to get out, and am completely in love with my family.

Here's the thing. Though sometimes, it's like looking in a mirror when talking to him about things, there is one big difference between us. As everyone that knows me knows....I am really outgoing and will talk to a wall if no one else is around. He's not really the outgoing bug and could very well be kind of socially awkward. Not that that's a bad thing, because it's not, it's just I never really understand shy people because I have never been introverted in ANY way. Luckily, my little sister and my mom are both socially shy, so I have them around for sound advice:)

Anyways, so my point is, at the end of hanging out, he becomes a little shy it seems, and while I am content with saying "See ya! I had a great time, call me when you wanna do something again!", I feel like something is hanging in the air with him and I almost need to reassure him that I had an awesome awesome awesome time. Plus, I work 50 hours a week, go to school, and am so obsessed about having time with my family when I'm not busy that it's hard for me to plan things right away, as I think he would rather do.

So after our second date, I sent him a text message as an extra reassurance that I had had a really great time.

"I had fun today, thank you!" ~it was something along those lines. So then I get a text message back:
"I like you a lot. I wish I would have told you earlier."

I just look at this for a second.

Here's the thing. Don't think I'm an overanalyzer. But. For a second, I go into this freak out mode. I am so used to dysfunctional guys, you have to understand. If they're not psychotic, they're assholes, and if they're not either of those, they're clingy or creepy or up and down like a roller coaster.

So. Which one is he? That is my immediate thought. I instantly dial the phone to my advice guru -- Mom.

I start rambling off a million miles a minute, telling her about this text message and trying to tell her that this is bad, bad, bad, and what's actually wrong with this guy? Why is he telling me this? He doesn't even know how crazy and unbalanced I am, how can he possibly "like" me already? And what does "like" even mean?

You know what Mom's response is?

She laughs. Hard.

She tells me I'm overanalyzing and being pessimistic and maybe, just maybe, this guy was the first guy I'd met that was actually just being upfront and wanted to let me know, "hey, tab, i like you. Just for your information."

That's it? You mean, this isn't about making it official on facebook or making me change my status on myspace? This isn't about him having some alterior motive to seriously mess up my perfect routine I have going on in my life right now? You mean, Mom, that he is possibly just being straightforward and honest?

Well, I didn't think men were capable of this.

So what do I do, I ask her. Her response is just too simple.

"Do you like him?" she asks me.
"Well, yeah," I answer.
"Tell him, 'I like you, too.', then," she says. That's it? That's all I have to do? I don't have to beat around the bush and say LOL or something stupid like that?

So I do what she says. I say, "I like you, too."
He says: "That makes me happy."

Wow. Why is that so simple? Well if it's gonna be like that, it might fit into my routine, but men are inherently evil, right, so there's gotta be some bad intention lying around here.

However, I haven't really been thinking too much about the possibility of something being wrong with him yet.

Hmmm, I guess we'll just go with the flow and see how/where this goes. So far, my routine is the same and I haven't wasted precious time, money, or gas on this guy and he hasn't really pushed for it. Usually, this is what's expected at least by the second week.

Maybe that invisible "I like assholes and psychos" sign on my forehead is finally starting to peel off.

Stay tuned.

Karma

Well, I've got a funny.
Maybe it's only funny to me.
Karma. Anyone else ever heard of this? What goes around comes around? Well, I'm young, just twenty-three years old, and I hadn't really seen what this means to the full extent just yet.

Until tonight.

There is ONE person in the world that I was absolutely crazy about. Out of all of my insane relationships, I actually was pretty close to falling for this one. He broke my heart into about a million pieces.

Well, I got over it, learned a lot, yada yada yada.

Guess what, friends?

He got a very very young girl pregnant. That's right. His entire loser existence is forever trapped with some jobless, educationless girl who will have his baby.

Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha.

My horoscope was good today. And this furthermore proves that karma does exist. It's like when that really popular girl you went to high school with gets fat. That's how I feel.

I am in school, saving money, meeting wonderful people, and had an amazing date last night.

And the asshole that broke my heart is at the end of his road, the book on his life closing forever to remain the same.

HAHAHAHAHA!

I know, it's a mean reaction, I should be quiet about it. But I am from Ga. And the redneck in me says....

Serves you right, a**.

Ha ha ha . Have fun changing diapers while I'm advancing in my career. Ha ha h ah ah ah aha.

He's finally out of my life forever.

Yay.

Ha ha ha aha ha ha. I think this is an appropriate time for an LOL. :-)