Sixth Sense?

I used to always joke around with my roommate in college that I had a sixth sense. It used to annoy her so much. I’m not sure why. I guess because she knew that I was doing it to annoy her. lol. (Mat, if you reading this girl, you know I love you. We pick on those we love, right?) Anyway, I don’t think I have a true sixth sense, a la “I see dead people,” but it seems that I can always sniff out when the most unsuitable person is going to try to get his swerve on. It’s like I have this unmistakable inkling, so when it happens, I’m not completely flabbergasted, in spite of the utter . . . impossibility of the matter, because my “sixth sense” was warning me.

Honestly, I really don’t mean to sound like this haughty little princess, like, “How dare he ask me out!” But please, please believe me, that if you knew, you’d agree. I am so serious. I can’t even fathom what old dude was thinking. (And ‘old,’ in this case, is also quite literal.) You don’t just try to jump back, haphazardly, newly dumped, with the possibly-still-attached dumper still around, the dumper being someone yours truly associates with frequently. No, no, no. That doesn’t even remotely make sense.

And then me? Why me? I just flat out said, “No, I’m sorry.” Okay, for the record, I do feel badly. I mean, I know it takes a lot for guys to stick their necks out like that, and rejection feels awful. I’m not making light of that. I know that loneliness is real and it’s tough, and may make people consider things they would never have considered otherwise. But it makes me reflect . . . it’s like, it can’t be me. It’s just the fact that I’m there and I’m single. That has to be it. I mean, our church is on the small side, and the pickings are indeed slim, I mean, if you looked at church as a harvest field of available men and women, that is. But that doesn’t mean you should just put yourself out there unthinkingly.

I also feel kind of weird because I’m like, God, why the impossibles? Why the not-even-for-a-millisecond considerations? It makes me feel like, is that all I attract? Sheesh. And here am I, ponderer of inclinations toward older guys, while one just pops out of nowhere that is utterly no-no. Oh, the irony.