Let me tell you a story about a woman. This woman is quite possibly totally insane– psychotic, even.
We’ve known each other for a year and a half. We met on Valentine’s Day of last year, when neither of us had a date. We hit it off on the phone for a while and finally went out. The first date was a disaster mostly because of her– she insisted that we go out late, and by the time we got to the restaurant, they weren’t serving eat-in anymore, so we had to take our food to go, and THEN she couldn’t wait until we got home to eat, and she spilled her food on the bus. Then we went our separate ways. It didn’t bother me much, though– that kind of thing never really does. I still had a good time.
We went on a few more dates after that, and she would come over to my house and spend the night, and we would have sex regularly. If oral sex counts as sex. Which I think it does. We’ve never actually had intercourse, but I go down on her all the time. I enjoy it. Don’t ask.
This past January, I invited her to Atlantic City with me for a mini-vacation, just me and her. She immediately agreed and we went, we stayed in the same room (of course), slept in the same bed (as we did when she stayed the night at my house), and had more (oral) sex.
She claimed she didn’t have a good time (she didn’t even thank me after we parted upon arriving back home) since we argued more than we usually do (our personalities clash sometimes, but mostly we get along when we need to).
I said “Fine, you didn’t enjoy yourself with me over the weekend, so I’ll leave you alone.” Then I got a text like a week later asking why I was ignoring her in a sorta longing, pining connotation, as if she missed me. She said she wanted to come see me, and she stayed the night over my house again that night (also keep in mind that most of the time she came over was late at night in the middle of winter in Philadelphia, so it’s cold as hell and she’s traveling halfway across the city to see me). I went down on her… again. Like I always did when she spent the night.
Anyways, we continued to see each other (although she would NEVER say we were a couple, would deny it outright, and would even deny that she had feelings for me at all), go out, argue, get along, have fun, etc… normal couple stuff (but remember we’re not and never were a couple). Then one day…
We were in Wet Seal and we were in line waiting for the cashier to finish with the people in front of us. She noticed me looking at the cashier, who was absolutely gorgeous. Way better looking than the girl I was with. The girl I’m with turns to me and says “You better not try to talk to that girl at the register.” I say “Why not?” and laugh. She says, with a cold, blank expression on her face, “Because I may have to cut her eyes out.” I laughed, thinking she was kidding, and looked at her, and she was totally serious. I’m a little freaked out, but I go with it.
I get to the front of the line, and I talk to the girl at the register anyway. The girl I’m with grabs me by the arm and pulls me down toward her (I’m a lot taller than she is) and whispers “What did I tell you?!” So I stopped talking to her.
Then I decided to test her to see how serious she was. I love public displays of affection. She doesn’t. So I said “Put your arm around me.” She refused (she almost always did). I said “Do it, or I’m gonna start talking to her again.” She then put a death grip on my right arm that I still feel every now and then to this day.
Funny thing about this is that I saw her today after not seeing her for a while and I asked her about her feelings for me. She said we can’t be more than friends because she “Never felt a connection.” I then told her about the Wet Seal incident. Her alibi was pretty much “That was a long time ago, who knows what I was thinking?” Lame.
So, all in all… am I crazy to think that she has feelings for me, since she:
-Spends the night at my house regularly
-Allows me to have sex with her all the time
-Comes across the city in the middle of the night during cold winters to see me
-Spent a weekend away with me in a hotel by ourselves, and
-Was jealous of me giving my attention to another woman so much so that she went into a silent, psychotic rage
… even though she denies it every time it’s brought up?
Also, all her friends and her mother say that she likes me. She’s literally the only person who won’t/can’t admit it and/or doesn’t realize it.
Am I wrong? Or is she a liar of epic proportions?