Ok, here's the deal:
I already wrote about this friend of mine back from high school, who I see every once in a while. During her last visits, she always pointed out that she broke up with her boyfriend, and she was... well, very friendly with me. Not that she has not been before, but she was like all over me with compliments, that she thought I looked really good after losing so much weight, that she found my hair style cute because I let them grow longer, stuff like that. Well, she is moving to spain due to her new job next week, and she asked if we could meet up before, and she was almost unbearably nice. I was not sure what to think of this last time, and would not have been this time either. She also stated that she really wants to get away from her unstable life style, from all those punks she hangs out with, and... well, wants to settle down more. All this would not have been a problem, but here is the punch line. Today, I go shopping for groceries with my mother. I tell her about how she is moving to spain, and she says: " Yeah, well, you know how madly she's in love with you." Now, she has said that so many times before, and since she is, just visually speaking, in a whole nother league than me, I replied what I always did: "Yeah, that's what YOU think!"
Here's what's new. My mother added something this time: "Well, she told me." And then she explained to me. She and my mother got along very well, after all, she were around many times a week when we were back at high school. My mother then told me that at my high school graduation party seven years ago, she talked to her, and even though my friend was, according to my mother, a little drunk, she told my mom that she always thought I was the one perfect match for her, and that she has been in love with me on first sight. I kept pretty cool on the outside, but inside me, I was like struck by lightning. I can completely understand why my mother never told me, after all, it seemed like something my friend wanted to keep a secret, and she only told me now because it is unlikely I will see her again, or let's say: very often. Still, I don't know what to do or think. She is one of the most extroverted people on earth, and to my knowledge, she approached most of her partners, of which there have been plenty, and so I figured, if my mother was right about her talk, my friend would have made a move on me. Could it be the reason she did not was because she actually feared I'd might reject her? I have never EVER been in a situation like this, and am honestly freaking out at the moment. I already explained that I would be a stark contrast to her usual boyfriends, and this is one of the reasons I never even thought of the possibility of me and her actually becoming a couple, and apart from about a week or two of little curious amourosity, I never bothered investing much emotional thought into such a scenario, because to me, it was the most unlikely thing ever to happen.
I am just venting here, but I am grateful for any advice concerning this situation. Somehow, I feel extraordinarily under pressure, I have never been in a situation where I absolutely KNEW someone was in love with me, number one, and number two, considers me that one magical-love-on-first-sight-happily-ever-after person.
07 Jan 2012, 4:11 pm
