With a little love....and some tenderness....

If you ask a man out more than twice, does it seem desperate to ask again? For instance… A few weeks ago I made my interest known to a particular man. We had conversation, we shared some laughs and we exchanged some witty repartee. I had a feeling that we were hitting it off. After a few more conversations over a week I decided to ask him out. I didn’t get a response. I thought to myself that I had asked a little to late in the day and that he probably wouldn’t get the message until sometime in that weekend. The weekend passed by and Monday rolled around, still no response. It came that afternoon when he said “that would have been fun” in a text message to me. The feeling had passed me by and I was a little less than thrilled to extend a second invite to him. However, over the next week we chatted and carried on like two chummy individuals. I, again, asked this man out on a date to grab lunch or “something like that.” I got no response and by the end of that day I was indifferent. I took a few things into consideration. 1.) We have never met in person, so there is a bit of caution between us. 2.) Each of us has just gotten out of bad relationships that were long term. The opportunity to meet someone new is always there, but the feelings and emotions associated with the past still have a grip on our subconscious. 3.) I am not really sure what three is, but it is the magic number and it is the one number that makes anything worth saying valid. Apprehensive as I am, I decided to ask him out again a few days ago. I went through my daily routine. I typed a little, I brought patients back and forth to the X-Ray department and such, I kept my composure and I got no response. I made a decision after that not to ask him out again. If playing hard to get is the name of the game, then maybe I am not suited for that type of game. I really have no patience for a man that can’t say what he wants, or a man who says what he wants and then does something else to contradict what he says. I have the potential to meet a nice guy. The possibilities with him could be limitless, but my frustration level is limited. It’s ironic the things that I see in other men that freak me out. I see those qualities in all kinds of men and I have to wonder why I get so freaked out. I think it’s because I have a lot of the same quirks. No matter how hard I try not to be clingy, needy or desperate, I come off looking like a man who is. Most of the time I think I am being patient. Waiting like a good boy for my time in the sun again. In my defense I think that if you’ve met someone that you really want to get to know, then you should get started as soon as possible to get to know that person. It seems ludicrous to wait days on end for a phone number. Our digital technology has turned boys like me into text messaging fools with a silly tick that drives us to constantly check our cell phones for an incoming message. Who knows, maybe I am meant to be a fool for the rest of my life? I’d rather play the part of the Prince in my own life, but right now I am stuck being the troll that lives under a bridge. Even worse, I am the antagonist that will die sooner than he thinks and before the story ends.

Peace!