I'm All Perogied Out.

I'm sorry to have consumed all your minutes. That was evil of me. And I won't be offended if you don't respond to me. You don't owe me a response, so no worries.

I was thinking about this weekend and our conversations today at work. I'm probably being a bit overwhelming and more than likely, a bit overbearing and so I'm sorry for that. I just dislike wasting time.
I never expected to like you and I definitely did not expect you to return the feeling. I find it hard to believe that you could like me as more than a friend, only because of the way you hold yourself. I've always prided myself on being able to read people decently and your mannurisms, comments and characteristics don't exactly emote anything close to being romantic, and that's fine, I just want you to tell me that. You're not doing me any favours by being too nice.

I know I'm a good person. I know that I'm a decent listener and have a good heart and a whole world of other things that mean absolutely nothing to men. If being good inside meant anything to your gender, I would have millions of males breaking down my door, but that's not the case. And if men would date women because of their beautiful eyes, then again, I'd have thousands of suitors, but I'm not so lucky.
This is what I meant when I said, "I don't want to meet you, because you won't be attracted to me and I'll feel awful." If I hear one more person tell me how excellent I am, and then have them continue the sentence with something along the lines of, "but that doesn't warrant a relationship" I sincerely think I'll loose my mind.

So to acknowledge my overbearing side, I realise that you want to be single and appreciate it and understand. I don't want to date you, I don't want to sleep with you and I don't want to be anything more than a good friend to you. I just have a crush on you and I am more than wanting to push it aside so I can just be a friend. I just wanna hang out and be two good people, enjoying good times, and encouraging eachother to do stupid stuff for ten dollars (You should have tempted me, I need the money).
If anything develops over the x amount of months that we have to look forward to, then excellent. For now though, I'm just your friend Anna, because I know that's what you want, and I'd be a shit friend to not respect that.

So, no more flirtatious conversation from me. We'll chat, I'll listen, we'll walk and I'll finish some sort of painting for you to put on your bare walls.

It will be excellent.

I hope you enjoy your flick. Try to ignore the celly phones.