Rejection sucks as much at 27 as it did at 16. Of course, what did I know of rejection when I was 16? I was totally cute at 16. I was not the popular girl, nor was I was the girl next door, but man, was I am expert at Niche Marketing myself. I was the smart, sarcastic girl who didn’t care what people thought (pauses to allow self to die laughing at the notion that I didn’t care what people thought. I really think that I believed that I didn’t care) and knew just how to inject the proper amount of that attitude into interactions with boys. There was a short period when I was a bit of a heartbreaker.

A very short period. That, sadly, was clearly the pinnacle of any “Game” I may possess.

Shy-Boy did not respond to my e-mail. So he’s clearly Not Interested. I’m not crushed, but I am definitely disappointed. I’m sure I will be over this sooner, rather than later, but it is one more disappointment.

And not to get all emo and over-dramatic (but clearly I will anyway) but it would be nice if one thing could go right. Just one. Of course, I’m sure if one thing were to go right, I’d want two, and then three, and so forth. But right now I’d settle for one. Right now, I wish that he would just write back and say “Sorry, not interested” because then I could stop wondering about it, but I’m sure that if I were to recieve that email, I’d be upset. Not so much because of WHO is rejecting me, but just because feeling rejected sucks.

I could just really use some good news. I’m sure that the zen like answer to this is that there is good news and good things to be found in everything. Which is a lovely little thought. But not, at the moment, a particularly effective, or useful one.