In my dating life, I have been the cat, wanting to be the mouse. But who wants to give up that much control and pine, wait, and whine for the cat to catch up with me? So I've turned the tables and pounced on the would-be cat, confusing both of us and reversing the logical order of things. Traditionally, it has more or less set up the eventual failure of the relationship.
At the moment, I am interested in a man in my life. He and I met as potential dating partners, but after discovering he was looking for an NSA FB situation, while I was searching for something more substantial, we chose to "agree to disagree" and become friends. The kicker is that, on paper, we're pretty perfect for each other. So he has continued to have an FB, I have continued to search for a dating partner, and we have spoken to each other regularly. But I have been the one making all of the calls.
Granted, he's always taken my call or been quick to get back to me, but who's doing the chasing? Yep, that's me meowing in the corner.
Not too long ago, this man let me know that men like to be on the prowl. They don't know what to do when a woman takes the lead. Hmm... was that a hint? Since then, I have not reached out to him. What happened, you ask? He started calling me! First it was every other week, but when I didn't respond, it turned into two times a week. I still haven't actually called him back; instead, I've sent texts to the effect of: "Hey. Doing xx. Catch you later."
Sure, it's a game, and I hate games. I would much rather call when I want to call, blah, blah, blah. Is this what dating has become?
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