the surprising entry and speedy exit of mr. whoops

A few days ago I was all set to introduce a new character: Mr. Whoops.

Mr. Whoops happened in my life quite unexpectedly (I'm tempted to use the word accidentally, but I suppose unexpected is a bit more fair) a couple of weekends ago, and I saw him on Friday night. I texted him on Saturday, and then again on Sunday. And then a phone call on Monday. And then another text a few days later. It all seems for naught, since I have heard not a single solitary peep from him since Friday. Tomorrow makes a solid week of complete silence.

Of course, with every text I sent I heard a voice in my head reminding me that this should be proof that he's just not that into me. If a guy is interested, he'll call. If he wants to see you, he will. It's that simple. Right?

I wish I was able to see things in that simple, black-and-white, linear, logical type way. But my brain is not equipped. It's equipped to overthink, overanalyze, worry, dissect and interpret every little thing that happens or doesn't happen. I wish I could tell you this was a gift of mine, but I think there are many like me. We're called women.

So instead of taking this as a sign that he's just not that into me, I find myself picking apart everything he said or did when I saw him last. And all those signs indicated to me that he was nothing but interested. Yet now? Nada. So what gives? He hasn't updated his Facebook status in a week (do I sound like a stalker yet?) so I'm left wondering if it is just me he's on communication hiatus with or perhaps the entire world. It'd be comforting if it were the latter, but even my crazy woman brain doubts that. Should I just let it go? Of course. We'd seen each other all of two times. But I had a little bit more invested mentally, I think, because of the circumstances under which we met. It's making it a little harder to just drop it and move on.

And in unrelated news, on Tuesday night I decided that I am invincible and stayed up until 4 in the morning. More on that soon. As soon as I take about six more naps.


cheers,
elizabeth