More griping tales of woe.
I hooked up with my friend's cousin at his wedding in Hawaii. I really liked her. Super-smart, funny, cool, and very beautiful girl. But because we ended up in bed so fast, she was all worried and neurotic that she meant nothing to me, and was afraid she was developing feeling for me while I wasn't for her. Tried to convince her that wasn't true, and I really did have feelings for her, and didn't want to just toss her.
Kept in touch after the wedding (she was living in San Francisco). She begged, begged, me to visit her in SF over Christmas break. I was really broke being college but I did. Was looking forward to seeing her, all sorts of possibilities were opening up about us.
Then when I get there, she says she just wants to be friends, and said that if I flew all the way from Alaska to see her, that I must be desperate and she wasn't interested in someone who only wanted her out of desperation. Oh, and you can sleep on the couch there.
Wow. Talk about mind games. Also bear in mind, the girl in my previous post, I was dating in November before I went down to SF, and I was dating another girl besides her in December. I was not desperate (although I doubt telling her about the two chicks in ANC would have helped convince her of that). I just liked her, and could see myself in a serious relationship with Ms. SF, and she led me on to think she felt the same way. The minute she figured she wore the pants in the situation, she decided it was safe to say she wasn't interested. I will never figure women out. Ever.