linusvanpelt

I was going to write a whole "thing" about how I just plain don't seem to have even the most rudimentary understanding of women. I decided not to, since it would likely be a bore to read. It's doubtless true, however. I haven't often managed, in my nearly 40 years on the planet, to correctly guess when a member of the opposing sex is/is not interested in me. I have an almost flawless track record for guessing incorrectly (so, maybe it is more like I have a "very flawed" track record, come to think of it).

There's a woman in particular who I am almost certain knows of my interest in her, and yet I cannot seem to get my foot in the door (metaphorically speaking). She occasionally will do something that would, to my aforementioned poor judgment, express a reciprocation of interest, but then somehow manage to make a reversal on it. This, of course, confounds me. It is strange, and it makes me feel not unlike being back in High School (like Kurdt Cobain sang, "You're in high school again"),

I am not sure what to do, when I do something it is wrong, but when I do nothing, that also seems to be wrong. Ay yi yi. Anyhoo--

Two things. I don't know why I wrote "not unlike" earlier instead of just "like". Pretentious? I also hate when someone writes/says "anyhoo".

In two days I am seeing Barry Manilow at Radio City Music Hall. Perhaps hearing "Daybreak" live in concert will act as an oracle and unlock the mysteries that are tantalizingly outside of my grasp.