Anticipation roller coaster. I hope I have a bunch of stuff to do today at work. Keep my mind occupied.
There are 11 people who have added me as an LJ friend who I had no idea who they were. I'm not talking about someone adding me and not making the connection to the actual person. As in, people who've added me through connections to friends or common interests or such, but I haven't the foggiest who the person is.
Some of them have turned out to be sea-goths on the quiet side, and I eventually figure out their connection to me. martygreene was one of those. Others are local club-goers and I do eventually meet up with them (coalblacksmith or hyperborea for example). Some are seemingly random (sivet) but turned out to be based on a mutual interest. And I have a couple that are writing in a foreign language so I am even more clueless (martieu, htl).
Two of these folks I've eventually added back (sivet, and hyperborea). A couple I added but later removed them as I just felt no connection (martygreene, coalblacksmith). Some have gone away on their own (curlybear, ladymeag). But I still have a bunch connected to me. If you are one of these people, who are you? And more importantly, why are you watching me? I'm not begrudging you the ability to read my journal. Go right ahead. Don't tell me if you don't want to. But it's like the song whose name you can't remember, but it wracks your brain cause you don't like to have that hole in knowledge.
Jason says we have to go work out tonight. Hold me mommy! I'm scared!
These pantyhose ain't lasting the night. raqsindira
It's not just girls that do this. Men do too. I flirted and chatted with a woman I like on Saturday, asked for her phone number in the process. Called Sunday. Nope, not a guy who believes in waiting 2 days, or feigning disinterest. Got voice mail. Waited for a call back. Waited. Waited. Impatient (after a few hours) I dug up an email address I thought was correct and emailed as well. No response all day.
So pretty much every hour I wasn't at the computer, I walked back in here to check email. No response and no phone call. Was pretty sure I wasn't getting blown off. But still…
Wasn't going to call or email, mostly because it's easy to cross the line from eager to creepy. I've had that happen to me. I get home from somewhere only to have 5 email messages
Why haven't you returned my email??! and a couple of phone messages noting that the end of someone's world is nigh upon them ere I return their call. Patience, my mind counselled. She's forgotten about you and just playing with you, my self-esteem counsels.
In the end, no return email message. I had the wrong account. Possibly had the wrong phone number as well. Getting a phone number in a bar known for its strong drinks has many perils.
How the story ends, I'm not going to reveal. That would obscure the lesson that I lived. No phone call and no email, and I still didn't die.