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About a week ago, a boy from my college contacted me on IM to inform me that he had friended me on the college social networking site called Facebook. We messaged each other back and forth for about an hour, and he got around to saying he was gay. I looked at his Facebook profile (I already knew he was gay beforehand; he has a "gay eyes" and his musical interests include Christina Aguilera, Lindsey Lohan and Britney Spears.....) and he seemed like a genuine guy. He asked if we could hang out (i.e. date). I agreed and we decided to meet on Saturday evening to watch Pirates of Caribbean 2 since he had never seen it. 
Before we continue, I need to mention that I was born with a physical deformity called microtia (which means "small ear"). It's when the ear never finished fully developing during pregnancy. My ears were essential half-baked when I got out of the oven. I've had numerous surgeries performed on them over the years and they have a "normal" shape (previously they looked like peanuts attached to my head) and from a large distance they appear normal. However, of course, from a person to person perspective they look different than a normal ear. In other words, I have "Star Trek" ears.
My own profile picture on Facebook had purposefully omitted my ears entirely due to my distaste for its appearances (which also created my phobia of having my picture taken), so he did not know I had microtia. When we first met, I could immediately tell he was both surprised and disgusted by them as I have seen the same uncomfortable reaction in so many other people. He instantly grew quiet and impersonal as if we were having a business meeting rather than a date. Disheartened but unwilling to give up, I attempted to be as friendly and outgoing as possible to make him open up. We played the movie on my TV and we sat together on the futon as I attempted numerous times to have a conversation with him. I asked what he liked to do for fun, how his finals were going and what he planned to for winter break. His answers were short and monosymbolic. He oftened made his face into a stone mask and he often avoided eye contact. For those who had watched PoC 2, it is a rather long movie; we sat there for an uncomfortable 2 and half hours as I desperately tried to make him open up to me. But he was an impenetrable oyster.
As soon as the movie ended, he sprang up and said that he was tired and he needed to get some sleep (it was only 8pm at night....). I offered to walk him back to his dorm but he hastily declined.
All in all, the date was abysmal failure.
Prior to date, I made myself as realistic about the date as possible. I followed Murphy's Law (anything bad that can happen, WILL happen). I tried to make myself as hard as possible so if was rejected, it would hurt less. That didn't help. I felt hurt and depressed afterwards.
But I'm not angry at him. To be honest, the guy was really handsome and smart and he was clearly out of my league...especially with my microtia. I personally think he was right to reject me. If I were him I would've rejected me too. He could do much better.
I'm in a bit of dilemma now though.
One part of me states that perhaps we were both just nervous and tired (it had been a busy week since finals are coming up) and that he was genuinely tired so he couldn't really commit much energy to the date. Perhaps I should ask him out again but this time in a setting that will enable us to get to know each other again.
The other part of me suggests that I just drop it, accept that he's completely out of his league to the point that I couldn't breathe there. The best I could possibly hope for is to be his friend. The other part of me also suggests that I attempt to set him up on a date with a better match than me; a person in his league in other words. After all he was kind enough to sit with me for three hours even though he didn't like me.
I don't really know what to do. Any suggestions?
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			Before we continue, I need to mention that I was born with a physical deformity called microtia (which means "small ear"). It's when the ear never finished fully developing during pregnancy. My ears were essential half-baked when I got out of the oven. I've had numerous surgeries performed on them over the years and they have a "normal" shape (previously they looked like peanuts attached to my head) and from a large distance they appear normal. However, of course, from a person to person perspective they look different than a normal ear. In other words, I have "Star Trek" ears.
My own profile picture on Facebook had purposefully omitted my ears entirely due to my distaste for its appearances (which also created my phobia of having my picture taken), so he did not know I had microtia. When we first met, I could immediately tell he was both surprised and disgusted by them as I have seen the same uncomfortable reaction in so many other people. He instantly grew quiet and impersonal as if we were having a business meeting rather than a date. Disheartened but unwilling to give up, I attempted to be as friendly and outgoing as possible to make him open up. We played the movie on my TV and we sat together on the futon as I attempted numerous times to have a conversation with him. I asked what he liked to do for fun, how his finals were going and what he planned to for winter break. His answers were short and monosymbolic. He oftened made his face into a stone mask and he often avoided eye contact. For those who had watched PoC 2, it is a rather long movie; we sat there for an uncomfortable 2 and half hours as I desperately tried to make him open up to me. But he was an impenetrable oyster.
As soon as the movie ended, he sprang up and said that he was tired and he needed to get some sleep (it was only 8pm at night....). I offered to walk him back to his dorm but he hastily declined.
All in all, the date was abysmal failure.
Prior to date, I made myself as realistic about the date as possible. I followed Murphy's Law (anything bad that can happen, WILL happen). I tried to make myself as hard as possible so if was rejected, it would hurt less. That didn't help. I felt hurt and depressed afterwards.
But I'm not angry at him. To be honest, the guy was really handsome and smart and he was clearly out of my league...especially with my microtia. I personally think he was right to reject me. If I were him I would've rejected me too. He could do much better.
I'm in a bit of dilemma now though.
One part of me states that perhaps we were both just nervous and tired (it had been a busy week since finals are coming up) and that he was genuinely tired so he couldn't really commit much energy to the date. Perhaps I should ask him out again but this time in a setting that will enable us to get to know each other again.
The other part of me suggests that I just drop it, accept that he's completely out of his league to the point that I couldn't breathe there. The best I could possibly hope for is to be his friend. The other part of me also suggests that I attempt to set him up on a date with a better match than me; a person in his league in other words. After all he was kind enough to sit with me for three hours even though he didn't like me.
I don't really know what to do. Any suggestions?


						
