back to the topic of my former crush (2/3)
(gonna make another post about him after this story)
so now: after spring break. i was getting tired of not making a move. so i do the stupid one weekend: I TEXT HIM. (Wingman gave me his number pre-spring break)
i told him my name, how i got his number, and that i wanted to get to know him. that's it. four simple texts.
and jesus i did my best to be nice and considerate. "if you're interested". that's all.
i think it was a sunday? but yeah. next day, talk to Wingman in advisory, who asks me about the whole text thing. i explain it to him. here's what i remember Wingman saying: "he started screaming at me. 'DID YOU GIVE THAT GIRL MY NUMBER?!' but he was mad at me, not you."
okay. cool. no...direct response. i'm patient and watch from afar. i wait for the rest of monday, for something. anything. soon enough it's wednesday. and it's friday.
friday. just last friday.
friday he's talking with another girl who i've NEVER seen him talk with before. laughing. hugging. soon enough i know it. they're talking.
he's talking with a girl. and it's not me.
i'm not heartbroken. i don't cry. i'm not angry. i was surprised i didn't immediately emotional, even just inside.
i knew he had so many other girls chasing after him. i knew my chances were tiny. but i had hope. i made the move.
he never responded. i was ignored. he didn't even acknowledge me. i know if he directly rejected me i would've been worse off.
i can't believe that even happened. i could've been his girlfriend. i could've been someone to him but i wasn't. we actually made eye contact before too. i thought i had a chance.
why not me? (HAHAHA MITSKI REFERENCE WHOOOO)