Have to admit it's getting better, a little better, all the time

Today I ran 6.5 miles outside. That means hills.

And it really wasn't that bad.

Be proud of me.

Why I hate living with girls

So Flirt has programatically ignored me all week. At home I may get a one-word response, but in public she wouldn't really even meet my eye. Assuming this stemmed from our heated exchange last week, I finally decided to do something about it. I present the conversation verbatim.

me: are you mad at me?
Flirt: nope
me: then why won't you talk to me at stuff?
Flirt: cause I'm a brat like that
me: i told you i was sorry about that
Flirt: about what?
me: calling you a brat
Flirt: oh...see, I don't even remember that
I'm assuming it was at Computer Geek's house or somethng
me: it was
Flirt: yah, no worries
me: k

Guys, beware. I have no idea what you see in us. But could one of you please marry me to get me out of this madness?

Everything is illuminated

Sigh. Today was going fairly well. Flirt still isn't talking to me (not that I'm terribly broken up about it; more just annoyed). Church was good--very uplifting. Then Computer Geek and his roommate ask me to invite their other roommate, Comic Geek, to some party tonight. Neither one of them was going, but they want Comic Geek to get out. Understandably. Comic Geek is 32 and wants to make a living out of drawing comic books. He also doesn't get out much or have many real-live friends.
There are two problems with this: I still haven't actually been invited to this party (Flirt and her friends are throwing it, and since she's not talking to me, that makes it hard for her to invite me to anything) and Comic Geek has a small crush on me. The second was suspected but not confirmed until today, when the roommate wouldn't give me a straight answer about why he wasn't going to this party. It seems that he and Computer Geek decided that since they weren't going, I was the person most likely to get Comic Geek to come when asked. I had to literally chase the roommate down (after he let the crush part slip) to make sure this wasn't just some corny set up (it's not, but it's dangerously close).
Why is his having a crush on me a problem? Well, besides the fact that I'm not even supposed to know about it (though really boys...I'm not THAT dense), it's that I'm not reallly interested back.

Yes, I realize I'm blowing this way out of proportion and asking him to some party is not going to do anything, but I can't help it. My mind immediately starts thinking of how if a boy I liked asked me if I were going to a party, I would certainly be there simply to see him. Do boys work that way too? I sure hope not, becuase I already promised I would ask the guy.

This may also explain why Computer Geek has been such a retard this week. Or he was never interested in more than friends and I've been kidding myself this whole time.

Sigh.

Note to self:

the washing machine works best when you turn it on. Putting the clothes in and adding the soap will only get you soapy clothes.

I was sitting, waiting, wishing

Dear Computer Geek,
So remember how I was completely over this stupid crush? Remember how Flirt told me I still had a chance and I stupidly believed her? Remember how I don't want to become another e-mail brakeup to you? If you don't, you should. Because this stupid crush isn't going away and you're certainly not helping the situation. Here is my suggestion: Please just man up and acutally ask me out. Paying for things once we're already out only partially counts (it will win you a few points, but it also makes me feel awkward).
At the moment I feel very much like Mr. Darcy, in that I like you against my better judgement. My head knows what you are, but my heart doesn't care. Please rectify this situation at your earliest convinence. Thank you.

P.S. Swing dancing the other night really was fabulous. And yes, I do trust you to dip me. We should go again.