I guess I was sort of expecting it. She was concerned about going away to college so soon (1.5 months), and that it would put an unbearable strain on any relationship like that that she would start. I guess I can understand where she's coming from, but it's still hard to swollow. She's the first girl I've ever felt this way about. ::sigh:: I was keen to notice, however, that she did not say that she didn't feel the same way, she just said that she didn't think it'd work out. Maybe I'm a fool for continuing to hope.

Now that she knows how I feel, I'm worried about the "weirdness" factor, you know? I feel like it's gonna' change things, like maybe we won't be able to go back to being just friends, even though I really don't have a problem with it. Are these worries justified?

I didn't do anything wrong, right? This is just circumstantial of factors that are out of my control, right? Like timing, right? ::sigh:: Oh well, I guess I can just keep hoping like a fool.

Love may be blind, but hate is 20/20.

Does that mean anything? No. And neither does the LJBF speech. Unless, YOU make it wierd. So don't.

"Really? Friends? Why that's better than the boyfriend thing."

And keep it that way. You do that by not saying dumb things like, "Well friends can still shag like rabbits, right?" Or, "Just because you have me the LJBF speech doesn't mean I have to stop hanging around your bedroom window at 3 AM singing, "Every Breath You Take." Huh?

The good news is this won't be the last person you feel this way about, either. So feel blue for now, pick up a collection of Dwight Yoakam cheatin' hurtin' songs (redneck Prozac) and you'll be fine.

Read the the Tarzan vs. Carbon dating thing I wrote to
stareintome in the "Looking for Love" forum.

Oh yeah, and save all the money you would have spent on the woman this summer and buy a beat up old J-24, lease a slip in Saugatuck and learn to sail.

Chicks dig Geeks who sail. Sailing once you're into it you'll discover is tres' geeky. I mean it -- look at the shoes.

And the cool thing is, even if you don't have a girlfriend to go sailing with, you'll have a female friend who'd be willing to spend a Saturday afternoon tacking around the big pond, I reckon.