The weekend was amazingly awesome and I can't begin to try explaining it other than to say I'll post some cake photos later and give a little more detail.
One thing that's unrelated to the fantastic weekend was a car ride in which I got to talk with my best friend. It's rare that we actually talk about "normal" things that best friends/girls would talk about. Up until a month or two ago we never mentioned much in terms of deeper and more personal topics about our families, about boys, or about life in general. We were super-acquaintences. Now we're becoming true best friends.
I told her about my talk with Colin. About the questions I'd asked and about how confused I was that Colin answered immediately while Shy flat out refused to give me his thoughts, other than:
I've known girls who are MUCH less attractive than even your undoubtedly stilted view of yourself who have boyfriends and I have also seen girls who are a lot more crazy (honestly, you are not the bucket of neurosis you paint yourself to be, most of the time you seem perfectly normal, if quirky, and everybody is irrational sometimes) with boyfriends
Yeah. That's a different story.
But my best friend made an excellent point: new people we meet find it hard to believe we're single. This has happened to her recently, and she's come to the conclusion that being content with yourself is unusual. People who like who they are without having someone else in their lives to "complete" them tend to be overlooked because they seem happy. Her theory is that most people who WANT to have someone to date are desperate. They tell people they're single and looking. They go out of their way to find someone at parties or social gatherings. They don't sit back and just let life happen.
We let life happen.
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