Yes, I used an obscure Dumb and Dumber reference when Lloyd asks Mary (ironic) if there was a chance they would get together. Well, I asked her folks. I gathered all my courage, fearing it’d be the last time I would talk to her and…and through all the flirting and the everything she did, I was wrong. Or maybe…well, that’s what this little post is about. People who send mix signals, and in the end, say “sorry”. And it just so happens that I just came out of this situation and was inspired to share my story.
Take what you will from this, but what I put on here is from an open minded perspective and I hope you’ll be open minded when I talk about my encounter. So after months of getting to know this lovely, young woman who is a talented singer and an all around blast to talk with, she ends up telling me that she has no interest in me at all. Were there signs that she wasn’t interested? Well, in retrospect, I don’t think so. As a matter of fact, she treated me in a way that gave me the wrong impression. Maybe she was simply being polite, and not hurt my feelings. But I couldn’t have misread all her signals, as she was pretty straightforward most of the time. I also think that blunt attitude is a definite plus for anyone. Why beat around the bush when you can flat out say what you think?
At some point I concluded that she was sending mixed signals. I thought for a very long time she was interested. The way she talked with me, the way she looked at me, and the way she laughed were all indicative of someone who liked me in some way. I thought it was pretty obvious, just by the attention alone.
After the disappointing response today to, possibly, my last time talking with her, I realized, no matter how much I had in common with her and no matter how much I felt a connection to her, it wasn’t my personality or who I was or anything of that nature that keeps me from even becoming her friend. It was the fact that I was interested in her. The opportunity to make a friend, was thwarted by my infatuation. Despite being disappointed, I understand. I mistook attention for something else. But I guess in the grand scheme of things, as Lloyd says, “…there’s a chance…”
Who knows what the future holds for anyone, who knows what can blossom from a chance encounter? All I know is, is that anything is possible. The good become bad, the bad become good, and the people you meet…well, the possibilities are endless. Keep your head up, and your mind open, because out there, there’s someone worthwhile, whether they be in the distance or under your nose. For as someone I used to hold dearly once said, “Life moves on.” So don’t stand still.
