Friday, October 17, 2008

Disappointment (?)


The guy above is disappointed 'cause he didn't get the shit on the lottery. I'm disappointed too. Why? Here's why.


You all know Natalie, don't you? I told ya about our great moments in the bus on the way back from France and about the feelings I've got towards her. But now I've realized something. Something that's not good. 

She wants me to slow down, well, I told you about it some time ago anyway. That's a thing I can understand but there's also one thing else. 

I guess you know what kind of approach I have towards women. If not, go back to "Women In My Life" post and find out. I'm romantic, damn romantic. I've always thought that it's a good thing, that most of girls like romantic and sensitive men. Exactly, "most of the girls". Natalie is this "rest of them". The best thing that could visualize what I'm talking about is the fact that she hates the moments when I give her some flowers. I've always thought flowers and beautiful women are just a complacements for each other, but apparently it doesn't work like this all the time.

But all this is not a problem. I mean, I can't change my attitude to her because it's just a way I behave all the time and I can't change my whole character. It's impossible. But the thing I'm really worried about is, exactly, our characters. They're different from each other. Very different. Some say contrasts attract themselves. I hope it'll work like this in my case. In addition, she doesn't want me to take this relationship of ours too seriously. I guess she just wants to play, have fun with someone new. But it's not enough, at least for me. It's really hard for me to see what exactly she wants, what kind of expectations she's got. 

Right now I'm really afraid of loosing her. But what can I do? I can't change myself onto someone that I'm not. 

Maybe you've got some ideas? My idea is a conversation. Simple thing, simple enough. I'm gonna talk with her, ask her about her views on this relationship.

What do you think?




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