I know where you're coming from. I spent many, many hours trying to make the new girl feel comfortable around me. It was a tricky situation: his friends were all my friends; he took far longer to get over me than I over him; his mother had definitely been picturing little red-haired grandbabies. Plus these guys--because they're all guys but me--are not the easiest people to get to know, since they're sarcastic as hell and far too smart for their own good. (Which, yes, is probably why I still adore them.) When one of them started a conversation about a former girlfriend's perfect breasts, I stuck up for the current one. She even flashed me, for Ceres' sake. If that's not bonding, I just don't know what is.
Alright, it didn't help that when she dyed her hair red that the rest of the boys started calling her "Megan." But I'm not sure I can be blamed for that.
Despite my best efforts, though, I'm still out. And you're right--it's not our security (or rather lack thereof) that's in question here. At least you're secure enough in yourself to know that it's HE who has the problem. So F him, says I.
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Re: Yuck.
Date: 2005-08-15 07:27 pm (UTC)Alright, it didn't help that when she dyed her hair red that the rest of the boys started calling her "Megan." But I'm not sure I can be blamed for that.
Despite my best efforts, though, I'm still out. And you're right--it's not our security (or rather lack thereof) that's in question here. At least you're secure enough in yourself to know that it's HE who has the problem. So F him, says I.