Flex is fuming!

FlexGunship

Meh, it seems to be the best explanation at this point. Maybe it makes me feel really vulnerable. I can usually read people, maybe this is proof that I can't and that I can be totally dead wrong.

Dembadon

I want to clarify something else.

I'm not using the word "game" to imply that two people would premeditate some elaborate scheme strictly for their own amusement. I use it in the sense that when someone hasn't learned healthy techniques for communication/confrontation, they'll resort to methods (games) to avoid having to deal with situations in which they're unfamiliar with handling appropriately. In that sense, the game is a defense mechanism, not something that is set up beforehand for amusement.

bd7878

Sounds like something happened on that date that you did not catch or realize... the friend got a bad vibe off of you and the girl is going to trust her opinion. You will reek of desperation and border on the creepy if you make a plea to the friend.

BobG

Easy come, easy go. Time to move on.

Have you considered asking Harriet for a date?

Or would that be too much of a passive-agressive response to Mary?

FlexGunship

Hah, not playing that game. She's not my type.

Ivan Seeking

DaveC426913

Awesome pic!

Pyrrhus

I guess I should say I told you so . It didn't work!.

Now, you can finally move on knowing that this situation with those two girls is just a headache.

FlexGunship

That can't be you Ivan. (1) The hosting site is about jewelry, and (2) the guy in that picture could've given the stink eye to the German Empire and ended WWI in 1914. (Might have been able to avert the War of 1812, too.)

Yeah... I suppose the situation has come to a close. This would be an awesome time for someone to say something reassuring that's not religious or predestination related.

JaredJames

If I had to put a name to that pic, I'd say DaveC, based on the avatar.

FlexGunship

I'd say Nostradamus.

Ivan Seeking

He is about the right age, young whippersnapper, and the beard looks about right [were I to let mine grow].

His left eye looks exactly like mine.

FlexGunship

I see your jeweler and raise you a James Randi!

DanP

You are the first I hear to complain that a man is too physically fit. Whats wrong with a warm stone ? :P

DaveC426913

Yeppers. Evo, then you're gonna go all nuts over me...


How you doin'...

GeorginaS

Of course it's not Ivan. It's Santa Claus. Duh!

Something that's not religious and whatnot but reassuring. Well, okay. [As an aside, I think I'll call you Harold, because addressing you as "Flex" when I'm trying to be serious is difficult.]

Harold, you're obviously an intelligent fellow. You're articulate, and you have a good sense of humour. If your pictures are any indication, you're an attractive guy too. It seems to me that you've pretty much got it all going for you. I think you're kind of aware of that.

So here's the deal: stuff like the incident that just happened to you, simply does. No rhyme or reason or body-count in the end. It just does. It's called "life happening". Most of us here have had similar situations happen. Some of us have had worse. Meh. It's part of the ride. I don't know any other way to explain it save to say it may suck right now, but it's so very, very temporary that you'll marvel one day that you even gave it as much attention as this thread.

I know you didn't understand my reference to the situation being humourous, but, again, the long view gives you that. Live life. All of it. That's point-blank serious. Savour each and every flavour and nuance offered to you as you wander through this. Some of it's going to be bitter, some of it's going to be luscious, and if you have the presence of mind to value all of it for the sheer experience it is, you'll have lived life well.

Edited to add: And no. There is no "predestined" stuff. There's no Grand Scheme or Plan for each of us. This is it, as it comes. And it's big and sloppy and messy and sometimes astoundingly, painfully sad and sometimes it's so joyful that you don't think you can stand it. There's no road map, no instruction book, and no one's steering the bobsled. Every inch of it is totally worth it.

That's all I've got, Harold. You'll be fine. You'll even be better one day.

FlexGunship

Heh, thanks Georgina. That was both comfortingly sincere, and sincerely comforting.

And I'm Shawn, not Harold.