My first rant

Here’s a summary of the first conversation I’ve had with almost every woman I’ve ever met.

Her: You don’t say much do you?

Me: No I don’t

Her: …

Me:

Her: *goes back to the party*

Me :

Sometimes we exchange names, if I’m lucky, somewhere in the middle there. But it always starts and ends the same way.

So what does it mean? I don’t know.

And how do I feel about it? Again, I don’t know.

In a way its kind of fun to know what people are going to say. When I hear that first line I think “oh, here we go again ”. It’s like my own personal in-joke. But it’s only a joke until they leave.

And then I’m left wondering: should I hate myself for who I am? I like myself, shy or otherwise. And really it’s a part of who I am that makes me unique. I don’t think anyone would agree that I should trade in who I am for some pickup artist persona.

Or should I feel bitter at them, for not having the patience or the interest to stick around and get to know me? Like “Why did you say anything if your just gonna walk away?”

Is it any wonder I don’t talk much?

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