kellasaurus

Hmm. Another night. more ranting. I have some of the most wonderful friends a person could wish for. Shoulders to cry on, advice at no cost, and a neverending question of compassion and forgiveness. I can go out with these people on any given night, get so shitcrocked that I can't even recall why I did lay in a dangerous intersection, and the next morning we laugh it off and return the sharp objects from hiding.

Now when it comes to dating it's a little muddled. Were all curious of any significant other that comes into our lives, especially when it will be interfering with our time together. Appraisal will be sought out, mainly in the first few wks of this courtship, if you even make it that far. We, as in my friends, pick and prod at every little wrong in a person and weigh out the good with the bad. I guess we are some judgemental cunts, but these are my girls (and guys) and my family. Not anyone gets in easy.

After enduring mass amounts of assment, your'e still around b/c you really like that person and you don't care or you really like the friends.
I know it sounds fucking insane and just stupid, but I had a really close friend use that as the tipping factor on outweighing the good/bad in her (abusive) relationship; she couldn't take rejection from his friends. LAME, if you ask me.

So this brings me to my current situation.
My friends have told me, particularly after this weeks events, that this guy who is around is highly lame.
Something tells me that they might be right, but I don't want to just end things on the basis of their intuitions. He knows how to push my buttons so well, and he helps in bringing a smile on this broads' face.

However, it's been made very clear that he's intimidated on what his friends are going to think of me. I understand completely his aprehensions.....but he's met mine. My judgemental, probing, venemous, lovelies...........and they liked him.
I can't help feeling like a little salt is stuck in a wound when hearing I might not be smart enough to hang out with the "universiteenies".
Is this wrong? Do I shed light on how I'm suddenly thrown back into the microscope of highschool sneering and peer pressure contests? Or do I just realize that I am indeed and old dog who isn't willing to turn new tricks...........

9 paged paper nipping at my heels
Ryan Adams once again haunting me in the background with a reamake that, eeriely, was a fav of mine in highschool.