Inside her mind..

31 year old gal. Lives in Boulder, CO. Eats non-dairy powdered coffee creamer for fun. Surrounds herself with dogs, horses, friends, and one hot boy. (this is a temporary blogger template - stay tuned for major changes)

Thursday, January 17, 2002

 
I recall a dream I had last night that reminded me of my awkwardness and how little self-esteem I had regarding the opposite sex when I was in junior high and most of high school.

It was prom time.. and everyone was excited and looking forward to the event. Most everyone that was going had a date already.. Going along with how bizarre my dreams are, one of my teachers had "paired" everyone up with people that would be most compatible with. My match was this guy named (?) Allen - I forgot his first name, but it was a guy I was somewhat interested in when I was in junior high. He had a date already.. I remember dreading asking someone else but knowing I wanted to go to this dance.. I asked this pimply but cute guy at the same time another, more popular girl asked him.. and he chose the other girl. Still no date! Ugh, rejected twice.. Fast forward to a stable where I was going to go riding and I had to switch shoes to those spiffy Reeboks the Survivor people had one (like I said, bizarre).

It doesn't make sense.. and it just reminded me of how self-conscious I can be when around guys. There always seems to be someone cuter, more interesting, more popular than me.. and I hate that I think this way. I just want to feel wanted.

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