Men

 

Nothing.

No "I think you're kinda hot too".

No "Get lost, I'm trying to angst".

He lapses into silence, and stares at the sand for an hour. I leave, and get the briefest of waves and a slow "Bye". Cripes, I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake some kind of answer out of him. But I didn't, I just left.

Now I'm sitting at home angsting about making an idiot out of myself – again. Geez, will I ever learn? Not only am I not appealing, he's clearly not – really, really not – interested...