So… remember Frodo who I thought was into me and then I was sure he was into me and then I determined that he was into someone else? Well, he is really throwing me off.
We’ve all hung out together (as a group) once or twice after the last post where that random girl showed up. During those times, I was friendly but I didn’t go out of my way to capture him in conversation.
Fast forward to a few nights ago when we were both hammered at a party. Initially, I floated around because I knew a lot of people and I said hi to Frodo in passing. Later on I saw him talking to a few girls but I had chalked him up to a loss a long time ago. Later on, I was talking to some mutual friends when he comes up to us and says we should all go dance. We get onto the dance floor, he pulls me towards him and now we’re getting down and dirty (P.S. As extensive as his list of skills and accomplishments is… Frodo can’t dance, it was painful).
While we’re dancing, I try to keep it casual with some light conversation but a few of our mutual friends started watching us, hollering and making rude gestures and besides that, Frodo’s hand was moving closer and closer to my ass. At this point, I found it appropriate to inform Frodo that although I thought he was cute, I wasn’t going to sleep with him. He said he knew I wasn’t and that it made him like me better (I know, roll eyes).
To be honest, dancing with him was a blur. I remember talking about music, about the party, about people there and I had the feeling that if this kept going the way it was going, I was heading towards a makeout session.
Of course, now that we’ve been dancing for a whole 20 minutes, G’s internal man-repelling alarm starts going off and my mind starts searching for excuses as to how I can get myself out of this situation. I immediately pull in a friend who was dancing close to me and her boyfriend (who is a little bit of a perv). Somehow, the topic moves to lesbian kissing and my friend’s boyfriend and Frodo start egging me and my friend to make out. They’re both drunk and were pretty desperate so friend and I obliged them with a quick peck. They were obviously not satisfied with that but the whole girl-on-girl mania was pissing me off especially since Frodo was endorsing it. I cut myself loose and started talking to a friend.
A few minutes later, I decided to leave. I found Frodo talking to one of his friends that I had been introduced to that day. I told him I was leaving and hugged him, hugged the new friend (who is also cute) for good measure, answered in an affirmative to Frodo’s question about whether I was leaving already and I peaced out.
I don’t know what this boy was playing at exactly. But my little defensive shield tells me that he realized I was into him and wanted to take advantage of that. I want to be off the mark but I don’t know if I am or not. He was really fun to dance with but I didn’t notice him making a lot of effort to talk to me beforehand and that makeoutwithgirls stuff really set off my pig-radar. Yes, I realize that he was hammered and that he is usually a perfect gentleman et cetera et cetera but I found it unnerving.
I’m happy that I didn’t make out with him but I’m unhappy that I don’t know what I’m doing. I feel like my instinctual scan of his reaction towards me was disappointing. Otherwise, I’d be leaping for joy on the way home rather than be confused.
The thing is, this doesn’t happen to me. I mean, in real life as in people I know and not drunk at a bar somewhere in Vegas. I’ve never had interactions where a guy I wouldn’t mind dating is making the moves on me. I’m the unrequited-love girl, not the mutual-connection girl. I don’t know what to do about this boy who I see randomly once or twice a month who may be involved with someone but is really perfect and I just…
Even if I want to make the leap, I don’t know how. And I’m stuck,
I’m stuck between wanting to make the leap and being played for a fool. I hate not feeling good enough and my confidence has been shot as it is. I’ve finally started gaining some as I’ve lost weight. I don’t want to annihilate it completely again.
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i think you’re your own worst enemy my dear
you need to not worry, live in the moment, if the moment means you’re making out with a guy that in 6 months time wont be in your life.. so what, you lived at least, at least you took the plunge & found out
he was obviously interested in you
p.s. congrats on loosing weight
x
Taking that leap of uncertainty is terrifying. The good thing is, that the terrifying only lasts for until you jump. And then, once you jump, you wonder why the hell you were so worried in the first place. And the truth is, the more times you leap, the easier it gets. Sure, sometimes you fall and it sucks and you’re embarrassed, but it’s really not the end of the world. I’m rooting for you! If you’re ever in that situation with Frodo again, please try and throw caution to the wind and just go with whatever you’re feeling. Because, more likely than not, he’s feeling it too.
Dude….you just described an episode of Party of Five. Neve Campbells character goes to a party hoping to hook up with a guy she likes, but then spends the whole time playing aloof and hard to get which only sends the guy the other way. Frantic and out of options, she then makes out with some drunk girl to try to impress him, it backfires though when she realizes her sobriety is at risk after tasting the vodka on the girls sweet, sweet lips, ultimately she calls Matthew Fox to come and rescue her, and after a quick verbal lashing she sees the error of her ways, hugs, kisses, credits……a good show.
On that note, I’m frustrated because I can’t log into my dashboard for my website. It’s been like this for two weeks now and it’s killing me, so I’m, having to make up for it by placing wisdom on everyone elses blogs. Sorry.
Finally, the only way to clear this Frodo mess up is by having you post a pic of him online, then we can all pick him a part and make him sad and insecure, thus leading the way for you to trudge in and dry his tears, defending his honor and calling us all names like stupid head and fart breath. Then, when he finally falls into a deep slumber, you can come back online, high fiveing us for our quick wit and tasteless remarks, all the while laughing at him behind his back because he fell for such an obvious setup.
Genius.
Like the others have said, all you can do is jump and see where that takes you
. Hopefully it lands you somewhere wonderful and you and Frodo make a connection and develop something more out of that. I am no expert when it comes to reading the signals of drunk guys at parties, but it seems like from his behaviour that he is into you at least in some way. All you have to do is go after him
.
If you don’t feel he is worth it, than it’s his loss. There are lots of other nice guys out there who will want to pursue you. I hope everything works out!
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I don’t know what taking the leap means though… go ahead and make out with him? Something tells me that I’ll end up regretting it. Okay, I pretty much know for a fact that I’ll regret it. So we make out, he realizes he’s not getting any ass and then we both go home, forever doomed to awkward nods and hellos at parties. I still end up exactly where I was before except now I’ve lost the guy I want… and a little bit of self respect as well.
My friends try to push me into drunken hookups (and I’ve fallen for that trap a few times) but what is that supposed to accomplish? Will a drunken hookup want to date me or get to know me? That’s not very likely. And I wish I could be the sort of girl who could do that for fun but I can’t be- it’s just uncomfortable for me. I don’t know whether it’s my own insecurities or just part of my personality but I don’t think a drunken encounter could lead to anything meaningful (for me anyway). I don’t know, maybe I actually am being too picky. I’m not exactly the expert.
P.S. Talker, get talker.com up stat. Will take note about Frodo situation but I doubt he cares what anyone thinks about his looks- he has so much else going on for him, it’s ridiculous.
I always find it amusing when I come back to read the comments for your posts. They’re always the same girl support and reflective commentary with a “that man’s just dumb” type blissfulness…..and then there’s mine, the “years later realize it was genius” type of wordplay that is always right and never wrong, a raft of smarts floating in the Great Estrogen Sea.
(Oh, and I am in no way knocking the type of comments that are left, I wish I could be so lucky as to even get one, tons of visitors, never a comment, talker96.com….which by the way, is fixed)
Last note, everyone is worried about what is thought of their looks….everyone.
I don’t get the whole “let’s watch chicks make-out at a party” thing…it’s weird…
Maybe it’s just me, but Frodo sounds like a
d-bag
Oh god, leave me alone in my estrogen-saturated safety blanket. I love it… good work on getting talker96 fixed by the way, how long until it’s down again?
Rxdude, my thoughts exactly. It was a serious douchebag move. I asked a friend about it and said was it just possible that he’s horny when he’s drunk or something?
Friend = what guy isn’t horny when he’s drunk?
And there is is… although I’m hoping I’m not just making allowances for him or something because I like everything else about him.
People get horny when they are drunk? They don’t just get sad and cry about ex-girlfriends? Not that I’m saying that’s what happens to me, after all, everyone knows that Talker96 has no ex-girlfriends, once his relationships end the girls become friendemies, not ex’s.
Talker96.com(go there…today) has a scheduled crash for sometime in January, and possibly one more set for April.
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