So Frustrated With...Myself
A while ago I met a girl. She approached me after a music thing. Said she liked my sound and chatted me up. She was seriously pretty and it seemed like there was interest and good vibes.
Did we trade numbers or anything? Nope. I chickened out. Just convinced myself in the moment that she was being nice because...well, I can be very quick to write myself off as not being good enough. (I'm working on it).
After that day, there was an event or two when I thought I might bump into her again because we'd shared about our hobbies and places we go. Never did, though. I was frustrated at myself that I missed my chance, but I moved on eventually.
Fast forward to a few days ago, I'm out somewhere and someone calls my name. I turn, and there she is! I mean, this is months from the last time I saw her. I was taken by total surprise. She approached me and remembered my name? Dear diary.
We talk. Seemed like before: good vibes and interest. I gave her my number. (Lot of female friends in my life have said that getting asked for their number made them feel pressured and put on the spot, so I wanted to be respectful of her).
I haven't heard from her as of yet. Been days. Not sure if I will. So, did I misread things? I don't wanna sit here and overanalyze every word we shared, every possible sign I perceived, but work is slow and I'm twiddling my thumbs in boredom.
Yup, just bothered by myself and by dating in general. I will overcome and move on, I know, but right now I just accept that I'm frustrated.