daccn

I am not a clerk
2003-02-22 14:21:40 (UTC)

my, it's early

Here it is at 7:09 AM, and I haven't slept at all. I
haven't been at the computer all night, of course - several
hours were spent reading, lying wide awake in bed, or
pacing nervously around the room. That will teach me to
consume cappuccino in the evening. So, not a particularly
interesting entry today, my brain is too wonky for that.

There are some friends of the family - I think I've
mentioned them in an earlier entry - who have recently
moved back to our city after living a few time zones
eastward for a couple of years. There are two parents and
two children - one of whom I went to school with for a few
years as a kid, who wrote me little notes calling
me "girlfriend" and was convinced, beyond a shadow of a
doubt, that we'd get married one day. I was much, much less
affectionate, because although he was quite smart in
an "IQ" kind of way, he couldn't stand for anyone to
disagree with him and threw violent temper tantrums if they
did (throwing things, etc).

Meeting him now, very little has changed. He still exhibits
a constant need to assert his intellectual superiority and
never misses an opportunity to throw a mean-spirited,
sarcastic comment at his conversation partner (even when
they are making every effort to be civil). He constantly
interrupts other people, raising his voice if necessary to
be heard overtop of theirs, and becomes visibly upset if he
is not deferred to. I can understand some insensitivity and
arrogance, but I find his company exceptionally unpleasant.

Apparently since he moved back to my city, he's been making
an effort to lose weight and improve his appearance. Rumour
has it (ie, his mom told my mom) that he is doing this with
the intention of eventually asking me out. I hope it does
not come to that. Although I wonder if he is deeply
insecure behind the boorish arrogance, I cringe at the
thought of spending more than ten minutes in his company.
The fact that we have "history" and that our families are
friends adds to the awkwardness. I hope I don't ever have
to actually tell him that I'm not interested. Perhaps a
stategy of avoidance is in order?




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