Hey everyone. It’s been awhile. It’s been a long while, at that. I will admit that the biggest reason for my absence has been good old fashioned frustration. I guess I just expected more from Stamos. I guess I also expected more from me.
The truth is, this exercise in futility has pushed me to new endeavors in my personal life. As I’ve said before, I’m not one to pursue a gentleman. I think it’s because my grandmother would not let me call boys when I was younger, and that kind of stuck. I found it to be ridiculous when I was younger, but when you think about it, it’s anti-feminist to put women under such constraints. We should be able to pursue a man without feeling any shame, as a man does, but growing up in Texas lead me to a different conclusion.
Obviously, this blog isn’t like REALLY pursuing a man. I mean, it’s John Stamos, and I’m a nobody, so this feels more like a bit. But it isn’t a bit because it has affected my personal life.
I don’t want to make this too long, as it’s humbling, but it’s worth noting, nonetheless. Somewhat recently, I formed an innocent crush on a bartender. (I know) I thought we were flirting. My friends thought we were flirting. I was told by others that he found me to be delightful, pretty, etc, but he never made a move. I was confused but didn’t back down. Eventually, I decided to lay it all on the line. I asked what was up? It felt like we had a back and forth. Was I imagining it? If so, I was OK with it, but I was sick of wondering. He never gave me a straight answer. He just smiled and said, “We’ll hang out.” That’s code for, “I’m not into you.” I know, because I’ve used it myself.
Normally, I would have been mortified, and I’m not going to lie, to quote my dear friend Amy Witry (comedian extraordinaire) it didn’t feel like a hug. However, after chasing after the illusive JS for 2 years, it really wasn’t that big of a deal. So he doesn’t like me. Who cares? (Don’t cry for me people. I have 3 irons in the fire with other suitors at the moment, so I’m cool. Not that I need any irons in anything to be cool, but it helps.)
Would I have embarrassed myself with this man who wants nothing to do with me if it hadn’t been for this JS experiment? We’ll never know. What I did discover, however, is that letting your feelings be known to another will not kill you. Even if there’s no reciprocation.
So today, I decided to shit or get off the pot and sent this:
As you can imagine, it’s been radio silence, but oh well. Thank you bartender who wants nothing to do with me. You got me back on the horse.