Can you see it? A kitten - small, fuzzy, and the size of my hand - spotting the yarn as I knit away. It sees, it jumps, it attempts to conquer. Unfortunately, what started out as a high tail adventure to prevail turns out to be a never-ending parade of yarn...chasing and pulling at that stupid ball of yarn for hours.
Unlike cats, I eventually give up.
Some men are like yarn. You chase the little string all over town, trying to catch it...and right when you think you got it - BAM - it's gone. Back to square one. Back to the beginning. Back to the wondering.
I am learning, like most girls do, that that one guy - the one you like, the one you want to make plans with - is always the guy that drags you along.
A text here.
A Facebook comment there.
A text there.
A Facebook 'like' here.
And you always rationalize (the girl complex) why he isn't text you. Of why he texts you..but never seems to get to the point of 'want to hang out'. I've even gotten the whole "what are you doing this weekend" that ends with "yeah, just hanging out at home by myself". How am I suppose to respond to that?!? Beg to hang out - I don't think so.
Actually...I did beg to hang out. I stooped that low...and I thought that I caught the yarn! But the next day - BAM - gone and back to square one.
I saw the signs. If I am honest with myself, I know that he wasn't really into me - heck, I even pull off some of the same moves he did to me to guys that I don't like who are into me. The days between replying to texts, the blow off, the never getting to the point of getting together, the round-about conversation, the 'excuses', the whole shabang. Yet, when I saw it being done with me, I excused it. I wanted it to be different. Even my brother stepping in and told me to back off, to run, to BOLT!
Then on the other hand, there are those guys that take the initiative and step up to the plate. Call, make reservations, pick you up, pay, and make plans for another date. Yet, at the end of the night I tell my friends 'he's nice'. I don't have the butterflies, the sparks, the 'feeling'. That unknown, indescribable feeling of 'I want to see him again'.
So where does that leave me? Alone - still secretly waiting for that guy I want to step up to the plate. The guy who I know I just need too run away from. And then the guys that I 'just want to be friends' with constantly texting me and trying to make plans while I duck, dodge, and dive away...like I have had done to me.
I'm guessing that's when you know it's right, when you meet a guy who is as into you as you are into him. But I think I will have to kiss a few more frogs, and kick a few more dogs, before I get there. Probably hit my head against a wall a few more times for my thick headedness too. ;)
Unlike cats, I eventually give up.
Some men are like yarn. You chase the little string all over town, trying to catch it...and right when you think you got it - BAM - it's gone. Back to square one. Back to the beginning. Back to the wondering.
I am learning, like most girls do, that that one guy - the one you like, the one you want to make plans with - is always the guy that drags you along.
A text here.
A Facebook comment there.
A text there.
A Facebook 'like' here.
And you always rationalize (the girl complex) why he isn't text you. Of why he texts you..but never seems to get to the point of 'want to hang out'. I've even gotten the whole "what are you doing this weekend" that ends with "yeah, just hanging out at home by myself". How am I suppose to respond to that?!? Beg to hang out - I don't think so.
Actually...I did beg to hang out. I stooped that low...and I thought that I caught the yarn! But the next day - BAM - gone and back to square one.
I saw the signs. If I am honest with myself, I know that he wasn't really into me - heck, I even pull off some of the same moves he did to me to guys that I don't like who are into me. The days between replying to texts, the blow off, the never getting to the point of getting together, the round-about conversation, the 'excuses', the whole shabang. Yet, when I saw it being done with me, I excused it. I wanted it to be different. Even my brother stepping in and told me to back off, to run, to BOLT!
Then on the other hand, there are those guys that take the initiative and step up to the plate. Call, make reservations, pick you up, pay, and make plans for another date. Yet, at the end of the night I tell my friends 'he's nice'. I don't have the butterflies, the sparks, the 'feeling'. That unknown, indescribable feeling of 'I want to see him again'.
So where does that leave me? Alone - still secretly waiting for that guy I want to step up to the plate. The guy who I know I just need too run away from. And then the guys that I 'just want to be friends' with constantly texting me and trying to make plans while I duck, dodge, and dive away...like I have had done to me.
I'm guessing that's when you know it's right, when you meet a guy who is as into you as you are into him. But I think I will have to kiss a few more frogs, and kick a few more dogs, before I get there. Probably hit my head against a wall a few more times for my thick headedness too. ;)
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