John Mayer was lovely...in a phrase: damn baby, you frustrate me!! Other than the fact that he seriously thought he was in San Francisco, rather than where he actually was - Berkeley, the concert was grand! I got to gab with my kindred spirit, talk about the cute, and not so cute, guys in the crowd. Together, we were grossed out by P.D.A.s. My friend says that they only gross her out when "the don't involve" her. I would have to agree. I wouldn't mind cuddling with my boyfriend under a blanket of stars as we listen to great music. When I see other couples doing that, it only reminds me of what I don't have, and I am, once again, jealous.
My mom says that she used to wonder why I don't have a boyfriend. She said, "You're pretty, you're smart - what's the matter with guys?" Then, when she saw me with a guy who actually liked me, and when she watched as I ended the relationship 3 weeks in, she said, "Now, I know why you don't have a boyfriend. You don't want one." It's kind of true. I certainly want a boyfriend, but I also want a boyfriend who I like as much as he likes me. This guy had me up on a pedestal, and I felt myself about to crash down - that coupled with the fact that he was kind of loud and obnoxious sort of cemented the decision. I just stopped liking him.
Okay, new subject: Have you ever seen one of those short guys who still take up a lot of space? I used to go out with one of those, and it really bothered me. He was only 2 inches taller than me - and probably didn't weigh that much more than me - but he took up like 1.5 seats on BART. He would spread his legs out really wide and move his arms around, all acting like he actually needed that much room - is it a short man's complex, or did he actually think that he needed that much room? It seems like he just pretended like he actually needed that much room so that he could forget that he is actually pretty darn small.
Oh - and I got along fine with my cousin. I didn't feel inadequate or stupid around her, as I tend to do sometimes. She is still with the boyfriend (four months - wow...), and she got a C in Chemistry. Like I said before, we all have our own problems!
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