Foreshadow

You know what? One day I am going to write very happy, happy things in {DD}. But usually you need a diary to help relieve feelings, and happiness is a feeling you don't need relief from. So maybe I'll be enjoying life and love so much that I won't even have time to put it here. One day the delicious diary will be full of sweet, warm, food for thought, and not the cold, bitter rants of a writer missing love. One day...but not today.

The Measuring Cup

I talked to Greg. I took my friend's advice and I went to his house (on an errand for the aforementioned friend) and decided to talk to him. We sat in his room for hours, battling wits and words, but when it came down to it, he knew I didn't really come to get a measuring cup. And he knew the real reason I was there. And he found out that I was interested in him. And again, it was a bust.

I told him!! I told my friend that I had been aggressive and upfront, and it didn't work, and here was another botched caper for proof. I hope Greg isn't awkward around me now, but if he is, I can't really blame him, can I? My friend says that Greg must not be totally uninterested otherwise we wouldn't have talked for as long as we did. But...there's a BIG difference between liking someone, or being interested in someone and just being polite, and I think he was just being polite. Really.

So here I am, on fool status again, the court jester, performing for King Cupid whilst he find merriment in my shortcomings. If I caught the tears that I wanted to cry about love, they would probably fill the measuring cup I supposedly went to get.