Not even in there

One of the things I've had trouble conveying to some people on IRC is just how unattractive I feel, mainly because of the incredibly high rate of rejection I've suffered. I don't know what it is; maybe I look better when viewed from at least one state away. Hopefully, this story from last Sunday will better illustrate how scarred my psyche is.


I was at a mall and turned into a store when I ran into a girl I haven't seen since high school named Lynn (think Laura Prepon with a bit tougher build but the same long, red hair). We started to talk, and we clicked so well that we spent the rest of the day with each other.

However, when we talked about where we each lived, she told me that she was now living in LA and was here on business, returning back to California later that night. I was so depressed that I didn't even get her number or address before she left for the airport.

Then I woke up. And realized that once again, even in my dreams I can't get the girl.