out where???

there was this guy. in the remote (and almost completely impossible) chance that he reads this, i'll keep his name out of it, but i won't refrain from giving you the dirt. oh, and i've absolutely mentioned him before. i believe i once referred to him as "+1." and yes, most of the 2 people that DO in fact read this have met him.

anyway.

there was this guy. and he was(is) amazing. and someone once said about us that they had never seen too people that got along better, or laughed more when they were together. he was charming, the smartest person i've EVER met (sorry maru), also the funniest (sorry again maru - ok, maybe he was the smartest and funniest DUDE i've ever met...), and, basically, he got me. for once, i was 100% comfortable, he felt the same away about me (more on that in a minute) and, well, it was developing very nicely.

and then, of course, i proceeded to pull a Cristina, got all "i hate everyone," and pushed him away. after a series of events i won't get into because it embarrasses me to think about the way i acted, i basically killed it, PLUS eliminated the influx of 5000-word emails arriving at my inbox on an hourly basis.

awesome.

anyway, the reason i am talking about this now is cause of course, in typical stupid girl manner, i immediately regretted my mistakes, tried to take everything back, only to have my efforts thrown back in my face (deservedly).

and finally, here i am now, and my friends claim that i never liked him as more than a friend, and blah blah blah no one cares, but the point is, as i've said 100 times this week to everyone who will listen to me talk (cause i won't shut up), I AM NOT A DATER.