I've always had a one track mind more or less when it comes to females... I choose one and fantasize about them and hope I grow a set and act on my desires. Other girls don't matter to me in these situations. Lately I've been working around this girl I've known for a couple years now. I always wondered what it would be like to go out with her, but no heavy thought into the subject because there was always "that other girl ." Earlier in the fall after having a few conversations with her and having created some kind of connection with her I fell for her hook, line and sinker. It's pathetic. My motivation to get through every weekday for the last couple months was just to see her. I mean objectively she isn't amazing looking but our connection had me thinking Megan Fox was a dog by comparison. I even got the nerve to ask her out and by the grace of god she gave me her number. That day I had what can only be described as euphoria. I couldn't wipe the smile from my face or even think straight. Remaining congruent with the rest of my life story however, she flaked on me and I came crashing down with intense force. Her excuse seemed reasonable but their is a part of me that thought it was just that, an excuse. She did offer to go out at a later date but I'm not sure if that was just to ease the blow or not. I figured I'd wait it out to see if she reciprocated my interest, but she has yet to do so. She also seems pretty cold towards me lately as if I was suppose to continue to put myself on the line, though that is just what I tell myself.
Now that you have the backstory, I feel like I screwed myself over mentally. As long as I allow myself the slighest inkling of hope we could be something more that coworkers, I'll continue to have hopeful expectations going into work and depression upon leaving. I get extremely jealous when she talks to anyone even if they're unattractive women. I almost have a stalker mentality when it pertains to her as well though I refuse to act on these thoughts. It's a vicious pattern that's been going on for a while. I mean before the objects of my desire (usually girls from school) would eventually fade from my life and I'd get over them. This is like a reoccuring bad dream that I just want to put behind me but can't. I dug myself into an emotional hole and I swear I think I'm going borderline. It's like I need human interaction or else I'll just start thinking of her and what could've been. I get an intense fear of hopeless abandoment when I think of how much longer my life will be this way. I get anxiety over things I didn't before. The only thing good coming from this is it's made me more open to pursue friendships. On the other hand my mood swings are more frequent and my depression episodes are at an alltime high.
Well thanks for reading if you made it through. Just curious if anyone can offer feedback or has similar stories being avoidant. I know I'll get passed this situation with time and a lot of effort, but it scares me to think what mental state I'll be in if a girl I ever got serious with broke up with me.