Something I HATE

The process of getting to know someone gets on my darn (trying not to use explicatives these days) nerves. I hate that odd period when you a guy and you don't get each other's jokes because you are still learning each other's sense of humor. I hate it when someone expresses their interest in you and there actions differ from their words. Hate does not describe my sentiments for this guy that I thought I liked but as I continue speaking with him, I realize that we have only had only good conversation. He annoys me. He would be likeable if he didn't bore me to death. I feel like I am doing a one-woman coon show when I talk to him on the phone. It has always been my understanding when a man likes a woman, he will show direct interest in her. This guy is far too ambiguous for me. So ambiguous that I am not so sure that I want to be his friend. I think this saga has only gone this far because I am not currently entertaining anyone else...if I were, clearly I wouldn't care. So much for allowing boredom to direct relationships.

Your crappy relationship expert,
DOC