<p>“I have come to the realization that I can’t have a bf. I am the stereotypical smart girl, I have always been that way. Guys don’t like me, they ask me for homework … If someone decided they liked me, the stigma surrounding that would be ridiculous. “OMG, he likes her! That brain with legs?”
Tis my eternal problem. I have been pigeonholed.”</p>
<p>Wow. You basically just summed up my own romantic life =)</p>
<p>But, this problem is somewhat self-inflicted… to be honest, I’m too wrapped up in my own stuff to care about what types of ‘signals’ guys are putting out. I’ll talk and joke (maybe even flirt?) with a guy, but I see those types of encounters as nothing more than brief distractions from the things that I’m truly concerned with-- conversations or meetings with my friends, school (yeah, whatever, I’m a geek =D) projects, or even just getting lunch or taking my books from my locker. Maybe ‘distractions’ is too strong a word… but the point is, if I’m in line to get lunch, I’ll chat and talk with that guy from my PreCalc class… but once I get my salad, I’m on my way, and I don’t think anymore of it. I guess I’m too independent for a relationship now? (eh, I hope not, I sound so self-destructive!)</p>
<p>(Oh, and speaking of self-destructive, I think I’m now falling for the guy who has been smitten with my best friend for two years now. I fail at … everything.)</p>