In pool when I play it, there is a certain shot where to get the ball to pocket I have to hit it with a certain amount of force. Any less force and my control isn’t good enough and the ball doesn’t make it to the hole or angels away. However the amount of force I need to get the ball to the hole is too much, and the ball hits the back of the pocket and bounces out. So what I need to get the ball to the hole keeps the ball out of it.
I’m not sure if this is irony, Alanis irony or something else entirely.
I’ve noticed, I have this same issue with girls. Not holing balls, so to speak, but with getting them to like me. (Bear with me, I’m not going off on a myopic one I promise)
Girls generally like me most of all when I am “cool sevitz”tm. Cool sevitz is fun and funky and quite entertaining to hang out with. My first gf I don’t even remember meeting the first time, but she remembered me. Because I was cool sevitz. (There’s a longer story in that that explains the details but it’s far less interesting). I might even go so far as to say non-girls like cool sevitz too, but who knows (who cares? do non-girls count as far as coolness counts?)
However if I like a girl, I turn into love-sick-puppy ( a term not coined by me, nor about me, but fits all the same). As love-sick-puppy I turn into gormless-idiot-sevitz. I over compensate complete. If you think you can over compensate, I can out over compensate you before breakfast without coffee. Add to that a healthy chunky dose of over thinking, a mix of total general idiocy and occasionally a sprinkling of psycho-ex-boyfriend and it’s really no wonder I am single.
I’d like to think this is somewhat endearing but I suspect it’s more enduring.
So what I really need to do for a girl to like me, is not like them. Which is a bit like my pool example above. What normally happens, if I manage to pull that off is the girl starts by liking me. i don’t like her back. And then we go through a changing of positions where i start to like her, and turn into love-sick-puppy and she gets over the liking me bit pretty quickly. Worse is once a girl has seen you as love-sick-puppy, there’s pretty much no going back. You’ve screwed the pooch (perhaps not the best turn of phrase here, but I like it. Not the pooch, the phrase).
So what I need to figure out is how to like girls without liking them.