So, as you probably remember, our protagonist ‘ s casual boyfriend said he didn’t want to date her any more. Now they are seeing each other as “friends”, and the protagonist is doing the whole “let me analyze to death every breath he ever took” thing:
I’d had my questions, obviously,
as to what we were doing and why, and I’d wondered if it was all a good idea. In the end, though, being with TA made me happy, and there’s not a lot of happiness in my life. He was fun and funny and kind and interesting and sexy – and he was into me. He started this; he pursued me; he assured me that taking it one day at a time was the perfect attitude; he told me how wonderful I was and how good we were; he described our relationship as intimate.
This is just a small excerpt. There is a lot more at the source.
I’m starting to rethink my belief that the guy is a jerk and beginning to feel some very uncharacteristic (for me) compassion towards him. Because once you are past the teenage stage, this obsessive neediness becomes scary and off-putting as all hell.
Hey, when we were young we all did this sort of thing and stayed up all night discussing with our friends what it meant if HE looked at me sideways and sighed twice. I did a lot of that when I was learning Spanish with my Colombian friends because it was the best way to practice the language. It was all a game, though, and we all knew it was just a game. Those were the times of our crazy youth. There was always a group of admirers surrounding every one of us, and we juggled and spun them around mercilessly. Oh, the stories I could tell. . .
I’m now starting to wonder, though, if some people in the group were dead serious about the whole thing and were doing the analyzing of words and facial expressions in earnest.