New Category

I think I'm going to have to make a new category on Provo Platinum for people who habitually post things that don't make any sense.

Fondu You

So you're into a certain girl, and you try to spend time with her to ascertain whether or not that interest is mutual so that you can take further action. One day it seems like she is totally into you, and she's flirty and happy to see you and sad when you leave and can't wait to see you again. You think that things are good. Then the very next day she acts like she couldn't care less if you were even friends or not. Every guy that's ever liked a girl knows what I'm talking about, and I think we've all experienced the ITB-reversal. Why does she do this?
So I've been described as being a "fondu pot" by a few girls that I know, as a metaphor for how I'm different every time they interact with me, and that they never know what they're going to get. I've known a lot of girls who have told me that they just "don't get me" or that they don't know "what to make of me." I had thought that with such a consistent review, they must be right. Recently, however, I've realized that never has a guy told me that he didn't know what to make of me, or that he didn't get me, or that "sometimes I think me and Bryant are friends, and other times I think he doesn't like me at all."
My conclusion: I am not a fondu pot at all. It's girls. They're the ones that are inconsistent and unpredictable, and they've seen me through their inconsistent eyes and been unable to understand, not because I'm always changing, but because they are. It's not me, it's you.

It's Official

I just wanted a post that was called that, too. I'm just trying to fit in.

Rashmi

Fondu Pot

Ash and her friends say that I'm a fondu pot because I'm different every time they encounter me. Well, this girl that I work with today told me that I'm hard to figure out, and that she never knows what to make of me. I think I ruin the Dixie Chicks' whole Wonderbread vs. eTicket thing, too, because I don't fit nicely in any categories. (Although that might be a bad example, since their system doesn't make a lot of sense anyway.)
Anyway, I just thought that maybe y'all would want to know that nobody really gets me, not just you guys.

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