Wow. I am slightly embarassed by my insane post of yesterday. After having twenty-four hours to breathe, deliberate, process, and also--most importantly-- make a fool out of myself, I am feeling like I really don't know anything about men and relationships and dating and acting properly in front of a person you are interested in. I officially declare that I am as clueless as the men I was chastizing in my last post. Also, as a female, I am silly, I am over-eager, I am impatient, and I over-analyze. I am not the perfect gender, ok?
But thank you to those who commented on my blog. It's really supportive. Greta, your advice is golden. And Bidge, who are you?? Britta?? Well, whoever you are, thank you for heralding my as a possessor of balls. That's great.
I do have cahones. But boldness is sometimes the unintelligent characteristic to let shine. As I learned yesterday. It is a long and painful story that keeps playing back over and over again in my mind. If you'd care to hear the story, ask me personally; although in time, I will write it down.
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"I do have cahones"
this is why i love you.
and this is why we relate.
and this is why boys don't man up to us, because we are feisty in the best sense.
Making a fool out of oneself is definitely uncomfortable. I'm sorry it was prickly. :( Did you get a story though...? I would love to hear it the next time we are both around the other Weisman. And I promise to tell you enough awkward stories that happened to THIS filly to make you feel, at least, in very good company. :)
Way to go for it though girl. At least you know where you stand now, and at least you have BALLSSS.
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