Za Za Zu
Etymology: Translation of the french word “je ne sais quoi” meaning “I don’t know”.
Definiton: Don’t know what it is about that person that I like, but there is definitely something. They have some sort of spunk about them; they don’t neccessarily have to be good looking but there’s just something. It’s kind of like the chemistry between two people, the charisma that they have and the way they make you feel.
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I don’t feel guilty posting about this now that it’s over. So here goes.
There’s one piece of information I didn’t include in my earlier post. I was spending time with a member of the male species since the end of August. (What a novel idea!)
And although he seemed like a perfectly nice guy, there were no butterflies, or za za zu if you will. I was honest about my intentions from the get go about how I wasn’t sure if I wanted another relationship right now. Dating is/was relatively new and I don’t think I was ready to hope back into a relationship. What I didn’t mention (to spare his feelings), when I am/was it definitely wasn’t going to be with him.
So for the last little while we’ve been hanging out, going to movies, keeping things very casual. No classifying anything, and just referring to each other as friends.
Well, a few weeks ago I realized things were going to have to end. When I found myself making excuses to avoid seeing him at all, and not particularly looking forward to his advances, I knew I had to do it.
But being the chicken shit that I am, I hmmm’d and hawww’d over it as long as possible. This weekend? I finally gathered up the courage and cut him loose. As my friend pointed out, with certain other situations currently taking place, it really was the time to do it.
So I had THE talk with him on Sunday. He didn’t say much – but I didn’t give him much of a chance. He seemed quiet, and perhaps a touch angry about it but didn’t try to argue the point too much. And yes, I did utter the totally cliché phrases of “I’d like to be friends”, and “It’s not you, it really is me”, but both were followed up with additional statements.
“I’d like to be friends” was followed by “but that’s totally up to you”. And “It’s not you, it really is me” was followed up by me explaining that something was missing.
So after taking the high road and doing this face to face, and letting him off gently, what does the loser decide to do? UNFRIEND ME FROM FACEBOOK! How freaking juvenile is that?
At least now I can feel free to post whatever status I want without having to worry about hurting his feelings.
So there, now you the whole story of the last 3.5 months of my life.
There are a few other tidbits, but they are works in progress and can’t, and won’t, be disclosed until a future date.
