Here's my 2 cents regarding Mr. Confusion..lol. You are an intelligent, fun, attractive girl. He is an intelligent, fun, attractive guy. It is only natural that you'd be attracted to each other. Also, I wouldn't be a bit surprised if your other boys were also attracted to you. This doesn't mean that they will necessarily act on those feelings, however. Only you can decide if you want to have more than a friendship with Mr. Confusion. I'm sure his deal is what both Margaret and I have already said--he's shy, and with your other boys around, self-conscious about initiating anything for fear of immense teasing--and even worse--rejection from you and the possible loss of a good friend.
So my advice is to figure out how you feel (I don't know how you cannot know..lol), and then if you think you want more from Mr. Confusion than just friendship, let your feelings be known in a subtle way. Take it slowly--no need to rush things.
Congrats on winning your game!
Now, back to flattering Trevor...
You don't know how *I* don't know...imgaine how I feel... *I* don't know how *I* can't know...lol. I totally see what you're saying though. It would be only natural if I were to have feelings that pertained to more than just friendship for him, or for any of them really. At this point though, I'm so focused on myself, that seriously involving anyone else in this part of my life hasn't considered itself in my mind yet.
I mean, the only guy I can seriously talk to about this is Trev. He's really the only member of the opposite sex I feel *comfortable* being open with about this part of my life. It's because all our commonalites are rooted in the same place...amazingly low self-confidence and outstandingly high awesomeness. LOL.
What I am certian of at this point, is I'm elated at being single. I'm definately taking what you're saying to heart though, Kimmy. I'm going to take my time evolving any relationship that the future holds. At this point though, I don't know if I want the emotional entaglements of being in love with someone, not when I'm frustrated enough with mere advances. LOL. Who knows, maybe after I reach my goal and have sustained and maintained a feeling of extreme self-confidence, I'll be ready for something.
In other news, today was an overall relaxing day. I basically did nothing but hang out with my dad today. Because of the weather, my usual routine of church/lunch/nap was interrupted because service was canceled and it's felt more like a Saturday.
I'm not complaining though. The pops and I watched some show about couples who test thier love and I got emo over the ending, when both men proposed to the significant others they realized they couldn't live without. I'm such a helpless romantic at heart. I cry about everything and for two point five seconds, wish I *wasn't* single.
I screwed up my caloric intake for today. After I'd eaten 1555 cals, I couldn't help but treat myself to the biggest bowl of ice cream this side of the north continent. I swear, I haven't the SLIGHTEST idea how much I ate, but it's enough for me to NOT want to think about ice cream for weeks. This happened to me with my peanut butter rush. After I downed a whole jar in one night, I no longer wanted to look at the peanutty goodness. Now the same is going to happen with ice cream. Which isn't a bad thing necessarily. I considered today my 'treat' day.
I know I promised you Trev that I wasn't going to run today, but I couldn't help myself. Especially after eating so much mint chocolate chip, I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust. So at ten o' clock, I went to run on my treadmill. I gained 4 and a half miles and burned 608 calories. I can say for certian that was enough to burn off the ice cream. So my basic caloric intake for today was around 1600. If I burned the ice cream off...did it REALLY count as a cheat treat?
I realized something today, mid late night run...I feel ten times sexier blanketed in a sheen of sweat then I do in pumps and a pants suit. I don't know if this makes me less femine, but feeling my tank top sticking to me carries more of a rush then slipping on a black dress. I think this goes hand in hand with my preference of no make-up and hanging with dudes. That's not to say that I don't occasionally ENJOY wearing something sexy and applying smokey eye shadow, I'd just PERFER not to when given the choice.
I guess this is because I've an embedded belief that being accepted for who you *really* are and not who you *pretend* to be, is what matters most.
Even though I *am* the girl in the high heels and black dress, I'm more *comfortable* when I'm in tennis shoes on a treadmill, I'm more *me* then...If that makes any sense at all. Though I feel awesome when I dress up, I feel *sexy* when I work out. I hope this doesn't sound to strange. Honestly, the only make-up I wear everyday (if I wear any at all) is tinted lip gloss, and I wear it when I'm wearing my gym clothes. It just makes me feel pretty. I suppose everyone has their thing, huh?
Anyways, I'd say this diatribe has gone on long enough. As you all know, I love you all and hope you've had wonderful weekends!!
Much love and big hugs!!