September 18, 1996<\/b> (Megan is 15)<\/p>\n
The G.A.P. syndrome has struck. (In case I’ve never explained this, G.A.P. stands for Guys Are Pathetic, it’s a “theory” N and I have come up with.) I’d decided I should talk to F at the next possible chance. We had a quiz in History yesterday, and there was the perfect topic–ask him how he thought he’d done. I didn’t get a chance to talk to him during History, but then that afternoon, while I was going from Math to Geography, he ended up right next to me walking down the hall. He didn’t notice me though, or even look at me, so at first I said nothing, but eventually I convinced myself to speak. I said “hey” but he didn’t hear me. So I repeated myself and, feeling rather pathetic, sort of waved my hand in front of his face to get his attention. He still didn’t notice! I don’t know where in heck he was but it wasn’t in that hallway, that’s for sure. So, now knowing that I did not exist, I went on to Geography (he’d turned down a flight of stairs) and was grouchy for the day.<\/p>\n
Basically, I’ve given up on him. If he is so out of it he doesn’t notice when someone’s hand is in front of his face (and I felt so stupid after that too), I don’t want to deal with it. I have this feeling he’d be B all over again, and I think I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime. Perhaps I’m being harsh, but I just can’t handle liking someone who most of the time will act like I’m not there (even if not purposely). It would shatter everything I’ve come to stand for. So f*** that, move on.<\/p>\n
— September 18, 1996 (Megan is 15) The G.A.P. syndrome has struck. (In case I’ve never explained this, G.A.P. stands for Guys Are Pathetic, it’s a “theory” N and I have come up with.) I’d decided I should talk to F … Continue reading
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