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I think somebody dislikes me.
Which is weird because I do genuinely go out of my way not to be a dick. And I thought that would be enough to prevent anybody disliking me for any particular reason. But it’s not.
The person in question is that tall woman who likes art that I used to sob to thoughts of never being with, even though we did casually hook up a couple of times. The reason I think she hates me is that she seems physically incapable of maintaining close proximity with me. When we interact in public (the only place we ever interact) she uses an excuse to get the hell away from me.
Usually the excuses are incredibly believable and arouse no suspicion from me at all. Like something along the lines of “I’d love to chat but… I have to get back to my dog”. Or “Sorry, I can't stay and talk. I have a doctor's appointment. I have much reason to believe I have an STD."
The saddest thing about it all is how long it took me to realise that she wants me to die and never go anywhere near her again. It all came together on New Year's Eve.
We were both coincidentally in the same club. Despite her being six feet tall she was wearing high heels, for reasons I have to pretend are valid or be at risk of being sexist. She needed to sit down, because of the heels.
I was standing with a group of friends in a circle. The chair she chose to occupy was directly behind me. I noticed her sitting down and turned to talk to her, because she was alone. Not because I wanted to have sex with her.
I was to her left. We made conversation for about a minute. After that minute she turned to her right, where her friend was deep in conversation with another woman. She obviously hoped that her friend could save her from my oppressive presence. Then she turned back and said “I’m going to the smoking area”.
This woman doesn’t smoke. When she said “I’m going to the smoking area” what she really meant was “Hey Fredulous. My ankles are so sore right now. It’s excruciating. Like I literally couldn’t stand any longer and had to sit down to keep myself from crying. But despite this, I would rather walk up all those steps, in these heels, to the smoking area, and risk getting lung cancer by second hand smoke, than talk to you right now.”
She thinks I’m a moron and that I am completely oblivious to her attitude towards me. I did the sociable thing and said “Cool! See you later!” before turning back to my friends.