So, last year I met a girl at a Halloween party and was promptly bitten by the crushbug, so I asked her out to a related event two weeks later and got turned down for reasons of prior obligations.
I ask her out twice more, getting the “prior obligations” thing again, and I figure that I’ll give it one more shot and then just give up. I’m on a pretty good writing streak lately, which I credit at the time to this girl, since it started up on the BART ride home from said party. Later I find out that this is coincidence (or close to it), but for the moment, creation and infatuation are very closely tied together, so I write a less-bad-than-expected poem to ask her out again, get her permission to do this crazy thing, and BART across the bay one ungodly early morning to deliver it to her.
Well, it gets a reaction, though not exactly the one I wanted; it takes her a while to figure out how exactly to approach things, and then I get the Friends Talk. :smack:
Okay, friends are good to have, but I understand how these things work; I tell her that if she’s just trying to let me down easy, she doesn’t have to; if she means it, I’d be honored. She says she means it.
I’m pretty happy with that. Life progresses normally for about seven months. I get over her, figure out how this writing streak is happening (I neglect to tell her this; she said she was flattered and I saw no harm in that), and carry on platonically. We talk once or twice a week over AIM where I generally do the things I do with most of my online friends: offer help with essays when one is pressing, share stupid stories, hear stupid stories, offer a sympathetic ear when things are going to shit, crack generally bad jokes, and so on. Typically, I send her the first IM, rather than the other way around, but a mutual friend tells me this is not unusual. When this mutual friend comes up to hang out for an afternoon, she comes along, so everything seems okay.
Until the other day.
Around 1:00 AM (we’re both nocturnal-types; this is typically about an hour or two before bedtime) she dropped me a message, saying she was bored, and in about ten or fifteen minutes devolved into her telling me never to speak to her again. I’ve since determined that it really was her and not someone stirring up trouble for whatever reason. As far as I can tell, there are four things that annoyed her so much she couldn’t stand me:
1 - Attempting to maintain a mildly polished writing style, especially over instant messaging, is highly abnormal and mentally unhealthy. I do this, mostly as an exercise to keep myself in shape for other writing, therefore I sound like I want to kidnap her.
2 - It’s really creepy to write not-quite-bad poetry regarding girls you’re infatuated with. I’ll admit it’s a little cliche’d and juvenile, but I’ve never been able to write in meter before, and it’s a really neat little toy to play with. Creepy though?
3 - I’m not allowed to use the word “übermensch” unless I speak fluent German, “le mot juste” unless I speak fluent French, or any of those other colorful phrases that I’ve duct-taped into my working vocabulary; I should use their clumsier English equivalents. On the other hand, it is perfectly kosher for her to use the Japanese “totemo” instead of “very”.
4 - The idea of wanting to have an interesting relationship with someone prior to eventually having sex is verboten; obviously I must want to sleep with her first. Full disclosure: this was, of course, a desired eventual-outcome; to me, at least, she is all kinds of hot. However, a desired eventual-outcome is not necessarily a primary goal.
However, for whatever reason, despite the fact that these things send her into The Rage™, she waited seven months to tell me off. Apparently I should have been more clueful and left of my own initiative.
So, on to the questions: Did I miss something? Did I read way too much as a little kid and get stuck thinking in the wrong century? Do I sound like one of those “pittable Nice Guys” (eep!)? Maybe some of her complaints are valid, but not others? I admit to a fairly high degree of your standard-issue geeky social ineptitude, but I didn’t think I was that bad. This is all highly confusing.