Dating an aloof girl
It's still a performance conducted for the benefit of others in understand how you contextualize yourself in the tribe. I'm not talking the nee-neener stuff that's typical of dumb human bullying.
I'm talking the sub-psychotic rage that people feel when you don't give them an opening to get what they want.
Don't get me wrong; I get why he thought it was worth a try.
I wasn't feeling it in a dark room full of barely clothed women who were writhing all night.
When I was a teenager, one of the biggest difficulties I faced is that I didn't define myself as anything in particular. Even now, with an understanding of the idea, it feels very alien to me. I mean, alien in the sense that you would feel extremely fucking stupid if everyone expected you to glue a fake third arm to your torso and use it because that's what they do.
If I'm lucky, I might be subjected to being asked if I'm asexual.By most standards, a slightly sad-for-him but whatever ending. I cannot for the life of me tell you why sometimes the switch just trips on.I just know that the bulk of the time that it doesn't switch on, no matter how much futile social dancing you do to induce me to trade.It's not a point up for debate, because the alternative answer is that she isn't as hawt as she thinks herself to be. This guy who I kinda half-recognized from being around the same scene a few times decided to chat me up.To be clear, he was what I can only politely call obviously gay.