I posted the story, before it really started showing up everywhere, saying that we've all been there, and "Hell, I'm still there right now."
It was a sly piece of bait, I thought. There are quite a number of women on my FB FL of whom this situation holds for me and them -- a dozen, easy. Who would be the first to rise to the occasion? Who would come out to scold me for blowing it with them by being absolutely clueless?
This is a clear demonstration of my knowledge of women and my skills at courting them. No wonder.
That said, I'm sure I caused a few of them to think that I was referring to them specifically. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. Over and over again. All of the above.
See, here's the thing. I've known me for a long time. I've lived with me a long time. I know I'm not hot shit. Even if I manage to catch a a hint of interest, I assume that I must be making a mistake. She can't possibly be interested, because look at me -- I'm a fucking mess in so, so many ways.
Low self-esteem? It's been said before. I've long held the idea that it's just an accurate perception of reality, because fuck -- look at me.
Anyway, Jimmy Fallon. It was funny. I enjoy the pain of others. Even more so when I know it intimately myself.