Definition of denial:
I don't like her. What's she got going for her anyway?
I mean, ok, so she's pretty, smart, funny and intelligent. And she has a great smile, which, as I've mentioned before, I have a thing for. She dresses well. Like, not just brands. Clean, tasteful and understated. I feel refreshed just looking at her.
And she laughs at my humour, and I laugh at hers. She's unique and different. Like, with most other people, I feel as though I've sort of met other people that are like them. But not her.
And, ok, fine, she's deep as well. I can have an intelligent conversation with her and not bore each other to death.
And I think she sort of wants to talk to me. Sometimes. I hope.
But I mean, apart from that, she's not attractive in any way. At all. Not one bit. Ever. In the slightest. Plus, she's way out of my league. Like, you know, that quaint little movie that no-one watched called Titanic with that DiCaprio guy in it? Yeah, that kind of out-of-my-league. Although that worked out pretty well for him. Well, not really, seeing as he died a horrible death, but before that, it was working ok. But that's a movie. This is reality, which I find so much harder to script and play out.
I'm not in denial. At all. And there's no irony in that statement. Because I'm not in denial. For that statement to be ironic, I would have to be in denial. Which I clearly am not. At all. In the slightest. Not one single, tiny little bit.
Word of the Day: Denial
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