I've told you this before, and I'm not telling you looking for strokes, but I've always assumed you didn't like me, which to be honest, is okay with me if it's true, though if it's not true, I wouldn't mind knowing that, either. (And I'm also aware that the truth is likely to be anything from "pantryslut doesn't like me" to "I'm hopelessly self-involved and she doesn't think anything about me one way or the other" to "She's shy and quiet and would talk to me if she could think of what to say" to any number of other things. But seeing that I AM self-involved, I usually go for the explanation that's all about me me me first. Which in turn reminds me of when my therapist once told me that paranoia and megalomania were two sides of the same coin, in which the sufferer was convinced that people in this world actually bothered to spend time thinking about her at ALL.)