I met a guy at a party a few weeks ago. I thought we had really hit it off, talking extensively, enthusiastically, and understandingly. I felt this deeper connection from the get-go, which basically never happens to me. I couldn't help it, but there was this great sense that he actually understood me. And few people understand me--hell, I barely understand me. So when we hit it off so well, I was intrigued.
I wanted to talk for hours, but he had to leave. So I waited a few days and my friend who had introduced us encouraged me to keep in touch with the guy. My friend insisted he was one of the greatest guys he knew and I should absolutely go for it. So, with the guidance of my friend, I facebooked him and waited a few more days to send a message. The message expressed my interest but left it an open-ended question--I gave him my number and told him to contact me anytime. The ball was in his court. And then came the waiting game.
I sent it exactly a week ago. I figured maybe he would be quick to send a response with few details but a clearly illustrated interest--nothing. My guy friends said to wait it out over the weekend, because that's when you would actually do something, if anything. So I waited. I waited and avoided using the term. Well, it's Monday now. And not a single word from him. The weekend is over, so now it's rejection.
And cue the standard emotional struggle! Do I pursue further, do I try to just be friends? Is he a douchebag for not even saying a damn word to me, do I just push him from my mind and move on? Oh, the politics of flirtation. I really just don't know how to play the game at all. Another plunge, another rejection.
Put it on my tab.
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