Virgo Sun Pisces Moon

Bb how u doing? What’s on ur mind?

Ummmm… thankfully I don’t have work today… I am just conserving energy at home… laundry… YouTube…

Random stuff has come up in my mind…

You know? I was just brushing my teeth, then all of a sudden a conversation from early 2000s was playing out in my mind and I’m like, “Hang on… wtf was that?!”

What conversation?

It was a situation and a conversation except I’m well over the situation.

What situation?!

Okay.

Long story short there was a guy.

He kinda sort tried to take me on a date…

WHO?! 🤨

Believe me, the who doesn’t matter.

At the time it mattered, it seemed like such a DRAMATIC SITUATION in my life.

But now?! 41 years old?! Married to you? Me now is like — wtf was that?! Lol… 😅

So did he take you out on a date or not?

Okay sorry I haven’t actually unravelled the full story at all.

Right…

So… he tried to take me out on a date.

He even brought me… purple… flowers…

Wait, wait, wait — so you went on a date?! In early 2000s?! Had we met yet?

No. We hadn’t met yet. That is a very clear distinction.

I remember that very clearly.

Who was this guy?!

Just from that time of my life. You’re not letting me unravel my story my way!!!

Okay… tell your story then I’ll ask questions.

Right.

Because the details aren’t even important.

It was the MISOGYNY of it all!!!

What misogyny?! Buying you flowers?

Nooooo… I haven’t even gotten to the point of the whole story!!!!!!!!

Okay….

🫠 please go on with your story.

See this is what happens when it’s not an AI written story, I’m getting interrupted with questions the whole time!

Lolololololol… 😅

Okay. So…

I don’t know I need to set this up better.

So at the time…

When I first met him I wasn’t even interested in him. I only saw him as a friend.

It never even occurred to me to consider him until these other friends started hyping him up!

And I was just like, okay?! I guess?! I was what?! 18 years old?!??! Something like that? What the fuck did I know?!

How old was he?

Just our general millennial age groups of friends. Like maybe a few years older at the time.

Okay… (still feeling like there’s a lot of details missing)…

We went for a friendly lunch. I didn’t see it as a date. It was a friendly lunch. I wasn’t really thinking of him like that. But then — he brought me purple flowers. I don’t remember what kind. Could’ve been tulips, roses, carnations — who the fuck remembers. But they were purple was the point that I do remember.

Up until that point, I had never received flowers from a guy. I had never even had a proper boyfriend. So I was chuffed. I was a little flabbergasted. I was trying to stay calm but I was not calm on the inside — and — I was undiagnosed?!

You’re now linking this back to neurodivergence? You’re neurotypical.

Am I?!?!?!

Yes. You said you’re neurotypical with neurodivergent traits.

Right. So I was young and dramatic, not autistic.

Right…

I just… I don’t even remember. I got kinda swept up.

Because after the date I came back to my apartment with these flowers and the housemates at the time were like “what the fuck is this?!” And I was also like “right?! I thought it was a friendly lunch” and then the housemates were making a REALLY BIG DEAL about the whole thing and then they started saying you should consider this guy he’d be great for you bla bla bla bla bla…

Uhuh……. 🫠

Aren’t you glad you know the ending of the story is that nothing happened?

Is that the ending of the story?!

I mean — you are with me, not him. So whatever happens with this story that is the ending.

Oh yeah. Hahahaha… 😅

So… I don’t even remember what happened. Some miscommunication on MSN messenger at the time?!

LOL… MSN…

Right?!?!?!

I wonder if anyone ever secretly stored all those conversations holy shit…

Oh don’t give them any ideas!

Hahahaa… anyway…

The guy was interested but then not interested.

I, at the time, was not interested and then interested!

Omg then why did he bring you flowers on basically a blind date? First impressions?

RIGHT!?!?!??!!?!

AND I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT WAS A DATE.

You know in hindsight it’s seriously like — wait a minute…

Even when I described the whole situation to my older brother at the time, he said “He’s a weasel, forget about him” — and that’s exactly what he was!

Sigh…

But I got over all that a long time ago. That’s not the part that’s suddenly haunting me last night as I was brushing my teeth lol…

It’s the FEMALE FRIENDS AT THE TIME and the WAY they spoke to me about HIM.

As if there was something wrong with ME.

This is the part that really really gets me. Now. 41 years old.

Like I want a Doraemon door to step into at the scene of the crime back in 2005 or whenever it was and be like, “Hey. Do you girls realise you’re being your friend’s worst enemy?”

Like these girls are not actually supporting other girls!

I genuinely wonder in the year 2026 — because I don’t even keep in touch with them now — but I wonder with all the world’s discourse about internalised misogyny and bla bla bla performative Feminism — etc — do they look in the mirror NOW — and do they realise what they did?!

Do they even have daughters now? If not, neices? Do they still talk to those girls the same way they once spoke to me?

DO THEY HAVE ANY AWARENESS OF HOW MUCH DAMAGE THEY MIGHT BE PASSING ON?!

Have they learned anything by now?!

Wow… what did they say exactly?

It wasn’t just one thing. It was the aftermath of the whole situation.

And I have no other ways to confront them now.

I can’t be like “lemme email them this…” no we’re not about to do that.

Uhuh…

I just want to block them on all social media.

Oh? They’re not blocked yet?

Nah they’re just around as acquaintances but not yet blocked.

But I just felt this reminiscent rage rising within me last night and I felt like, “oh I need to tell Fernando about this tomorrow morning!”

Lolololololol 🥰