and the princess there is me

I got totally goldilocksed Saturday night.
Yes, I just made that up. What are you, one of my 12yrold patrons' parents? Back to the story...
Over here, there's the boy who thought I wanted some Big Serious Relationship, like the kind where everything else in your life falls to the wayside. He stopped calling because this terrified him.
He never asked if this was actually what I was after.
Over there, there's the boy who thought I was after a more casual relationship than he was, that we didn't have enough of a connection (his words) for something more serious. He told me this late last Saturday night, after we had been hanging out for several hours.
He never asked me what I was after, either.
That's when I decided to stop pretending I don't hate "I Wanna Dance with Somebody"*, and go home.
Probably didn't help either that I had moved past sober pretending no one's watching, hit very slightly drunk hyper-awareness, and wasn't going to make it back around to not giving a shit anytime soon.

*Look, I'm sorry. I fucking hate this song. I can't help it; I can't dance to it.

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I suppose there's a level where I'm at least satisfied by the fact that I got a speech from this one. He didn't just fall off the face of the earth, or move somewhere with no phones. I found out he was interested in me in a timely fashion, not at least a year later.
I didn't hear that maybe there was a chance he might ask me out from a mutual friend, who was told this during the course of a conversation about how I never date, only to never hear anything about it again.* Or by his roommate, who followed it up with, He's dating this psycho girl now.
*That actually happened, by the way. Want to feel even worse about boys not liking you? Find out that 3 of your most attractive male friends were discussing exactly why that was.