2008-05-13 12:43 p.m.
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Scratch the kinda. I'm confused.
So, I've been trying to email the guy who I met at work. Every time I send a message, I get back one of those obnoxious mailer-daemon messages. "This message failed to be delivered."
I've tried using different emails. I've tried different capitalizations, and there's one letter that I wasn't sure which it was, so I've tried all releveant permutations of that.
Mailer Daemons. Nothing but freaking mailer daemons.
At least if one would go through, I could be like "aha!" and then let it go, because I'd have made the relevant effort and yeah.
But at this rate, I've seen the last of him unless there's some sort of cosmic accident that lands us both in Heathrow Airport at the same time when I'm flying to the UK. Which isn't bloody likely, since he apparently currently hangs out in a non-England corner of the UK, and would therefore be more likely to be at a different airport if he were even at one that day.
Which I mean, it's not a huge deal. But...it was kinda nice having a guy take notice of me for once. And I'd like to continue talking with him. He was intelligent, funny, and well-spoken, aside from being cute.
I guess I also just don't want him to feel like he's been blown off. He was cute in a way where you kinda had to look beyond the thick glasses and nerdy demeanor and unfashionable clothing to actually see that he was, in fact, an attractive guy. And seemed relatively shy, as well...definitely not a guy who probably gets much female attention in his native Britainland. Cute, but not someone girls would chase, or probably even call given a second choice of someone to spend an evening with.
I gave him my email, too, though, so hopefully he'll think to use it. Or something.
I mean, of course all the little sef-doubt type things come crawling out of the woodwork. "Oh, he just gave you a fake email." "He mispelled it, and you'll never figure out what it was supposed to be." "This was a valid email...once, but the account's been closed." Things like that.
It's amazing the ridiculous lengths my mind can go to, twisting the fabric of space-time into something sinister, just to believe that someone is messing with me. Even though he was a nice guy.
*sigh* I still have so many problems with myself, it isn't funny.
Who am I kidding? Until I can get my head sorted so that I don't take every little cosmic accident as some sign that someone doesn't like me or whatever, I really shouldn't let myself deal with people who I think are cute. Or something. haha.
But yeah.
Keep your fingers crossed that he doesn't think my silence is me ignoring him or something. And that he decides to man-up and email me himself.
Although I really, really doubt it will happen.
Oh, well. Life goes on. And I'm headed to the birthplace of cute British men - Britain. Aha. Magic. I just have to wait around for September to arrive, and try not to psych myself out too much.
-_-
I was a big fan of Alanis Morissette as a kid. Still kinda like her music.
Anyway, she totally hit it on the head with this one (ignore the anime images, I just wanted the song but they don't have it on youtube except in this form):
*sigh*
I'm ridiculous, am I not?
I just wish there were some way to communicate with people that weren't fraught with possibilities for things to go *wrong*.
Not that that would be great, but at least...I dunno.
I'm just confused. Don't listen to me. It'll only encourage me to keep talking and embarrass myself further.
