I would like to think that I am not prideful, but let's be serious I'm as prideful as I am vain - which is a lot at times, though I would love to think that both my extreme occasional vanity and my prideful moments are well, practical too.
My vanity aside for the moment - we need to discuss my pride. Now I relinquished it momentarily this summer to let RB know I liked him during a delusional moment brought on by too much library dust. But fear not I have quickly reclaimed it, such that I when faced with the man of the all the set up antics today, I felt that I almost by necessity had to ignore him. I could not bring myself to acknowledge him primarily because a part of me was so damn furious. There across from me sat an attractive man in his 30's and he can hold a conversation of relative intelligence but is also such a bloody tool. It is not okay that he did not respond. Sure I'm not going to go all boil his cat crazy and give him a piece of my mind but I could not bring myself to do anything that might be construed as flirting. Was this prideful, sure but I'm of the opinion if you put the toy down after examining it and finding it wanton you don't pick it up again, regardless of whether anyone is watching.
On a slightly different note but also boy related, Belgium Boy is back in town for the year, which I have to say makes me happier than I think it should but at the same time, I have no desire to have to break my own heart if anything were to happen, we're on two different life tracks. So I will be a good girl, no flirting where you don't want a response.
So on the note of pride:
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