Ya know, the thing about fun is really odd. Yes, we do things together, and yes I have fun. She makes plans for both of us and asks me out, I make plans for us, and she comes along with no objection. I make sort of open plans for myself, and if she finds out about the specifics before the event, she joins me.
And, you know, I could swear we have fun. We laugh, we are playful. Not all the time, not every second, but we have good times. Yet, later on, on reflection, she swears she doesn't have fun. She challenges me to tell her about the good times we have. She can't believe that I truly feel that there are any moments at all that are working. In this, she seem totally determined to convince herself of this. Call it selective memory, alien behavior, or what ever, it's incredibly frustrating.
I know I sound obsessed, but I see this happen especially after she's spent some time with OM.
I saw him last night, and W wasn't around. I almost had it out with him, but it would have been pushing things. Boy, is he smug, and does he know how to "hide" behind a crowd. Seems to deliberately seek me out when there are a group of people around and try to make small talk. If I don't participate, I appear an ass to people who don't know the situation, and to those who do, I appear to be exactly the sour-puss I've likely been made out to be to them already. So, I buck up and turn on the social charm and smiles. Then I flip him off when no one else is looking...
