"It's Raining Men"- The Weather Girls

Okay... Well I probably should have just put "It's Raining A Man". Buttttt- that's not the actual title of the song

I seem to be having a sort of prediciment that I can't get myself out of. *sigh*

I used to work at United Artist, it's a movie theater, and I worked there for about 8 months. During that time there was this guy that liked me, when I quit, we stopped talking for a while. Then about a few months later we started talking again, and what do you know...he likes me- a lot.

I'm really not interested in him, at all. He's a super nice guy and everything, but when I talk to him I feel like I push myself to hold a converstation with him. Don't get me wrong, I really do like talking to him but I feel like I'm leading him on and I don't want to do that.

Yet at the same time I don't know how to tell him that I just want to be friends with out hurting his feelings.

I like the fact that I know that someone likes me, but I don't think it's fair to him at all if I keep going along with it- I don't want to hurt him. Besides that what if, because of the situation i'm in, he meets someone that he could be really happy with- but he doesn't see that because he likes me. That would suck, really.

Some people might say "Give him a chance, you'll never know what could happen." But the thing is- he's not my type at all. I'm not even attracted to him in the slighest.

He deserves someone that could like him back, and that person isn't me.

He cares so much about me, unconditionaly, and I don't think that I deserve someone like him to like me when I don't like him at all.

It's strange to me though, that he can like me when we don't even hang out.

*sigh*

I always seem to be in this sort of situation with a guy. A guy likes me that I'm not interested in and I always wind up breaking his heart.





I may be a victim of a few hit and run heartaches

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But as far as I know, i'm the one driving the car that winds up hitting the hearts, even if I don't mean to.

I guess my friends arn't kidding when they call me "a hit and run heartache".

It's not my fault, blame cupid who gave me the license.