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6/15/01
Am I the only one who does this?
     I go someplace (like a party or a dance or something) and I see someone cute, and I spend a large part of the rest of the night checking out of the corner of my eye to see if he's looking at me. I can't help it. I don't even mean to be looking in his direction, but I am, and then I've gotta look away really fast just in case he catches me.
     And then there's what to do if he's looking back at me. There are three possibilities:
  1. he keeps seeing that weird-looking girl staring at him and is hoping that by looking back she'll get the hint and leave him alone,
  2. he has just happened to be looking at me at the same time that I was looking at him, oh what a surprise, or
  3. he's glancing at me the same way I'm glancing at him, and he's wondering what I'm wondering, and neither of us will approach the other because who knows, maybe 1 or 2 applies and the other person's interest is all in our heads... le sigh.

     Yes, I'm super-sensitive to this kind of thing; yes, you might call it a neurosis. But it's a valid thing - I WANT TO KNOW IF HE'S REALLY LOOKING AT ME. Is that too much to ask? Maybe all that futile glance-catching I do is actually meant to be 'signals' and I've missed out on a thousand chances with a thousand guys, but I'm thinking it's probably more like my first theory: it's just a little, boy-deprived Kat looking for something where there's nothing to find.