Chemistry 102
Johnny was a chemist’s son,
But Johnny is no more.
What Johnny thought was H20
was H2SO4.
Well, I guess this “chemistry” business might be more important than I was willing to believe.
In short, I got the brush-off via e-mail last night. S. liked me well enough, according to her e-mail, but just didn’t see us as a couple. It was actually a very polite, simple, straight to the point note. I know the modern relationship experts say you shouldn’t do that sort of thing via e-mail, but, considering that we met via Match.com and only went out twice, it seemed fine to me. At least she actually told me what was going on, gave an understandable reason for her decision and didn’t try to dance around with it. So often, especially with the on-line stuff, communication just stops with no reason or explanation or anything. And, yes, that goes both ways. Men do that to women as often as women do it to men.
In any case, it’s done and that’s fine.
Really, on the way home from work last night, I found myself thinking about the last chemistry post and the comments there and I started asking myself what I was doing. What was my goal in all this? I guess I knew it wasn’t working, too, but thought, or hoped, that another date or two would change things a bit. Ah, well, I’ve always been good at thinking myself into circles. I don’t trust my feelings when it comes to making decisions, especially about people. I don’t know, maybe I’ve been fooled so many times by people who present themselves as one thing only to turn out totally different. Appearances, truly can be deceiving.
Right now, though, going with that “feeling” stuff, the only people I’m interested in are off-limits for various reasons.
The two women I feel most drawn to, the most chemistry with, are a friend’s ex-fiance that he’s far from over, no matter what he says, and C., the receptionist at work with a Drama Quotient so high it’s practically off the scale.
See why I shy away from trusting my feelings or relying on chemistry?
(Incidentally, that little ditty at the start of the post is on a t-hsirt at Think Geek. And H2SO4 is sulfuric acid. Or, to steal a quote from the Naked Gun, “It’s like eating a spoonful of Drano, sure it’ll clean you out, but it’ll leave you hollow inside. “)
Advice from your Uncle Jim:
"Aw, damnit, I left my spontaneous quips in my other pants."
