The Feeling

There's a feeling I get, and it's one of my least favorite feelings, but I'm as familiar with it as I am with shivering.

The Feeling comes with the look of goodbye after a really great date, when you want to see him again and you couldn't imagine he wouldn't feel the same way, but you know without hesitation that another one bites the dust. He'll hug you quick, then look at you with eyes that say, "You're great but please don't expect me to call you again."

The Feeling is a mixture of confusion, frustration, annoyance, and humiliation. So I guess it's healthy to feel once in a while. But I've become much too acquainted with it.

And with that, I just want to say, in a true Taylor Swift fashion:

Boys, I would love to be your friend, but in any other pursuit, leave me the freak alone.