I have good news and bad news: The good news is I’m finally on the SOS ’12 scoreboard, I finally got the ware last night! The bad news is that he’s never going to text. Now I’m going to waste valuable blogging time staring at my phone and thinking every text is some declaration of lust from a man I’ve met once and didn’t entirely like.
So why do I want him to text? And why is it that if I like a guy he NEVER texts but if I don’t he DEFINITELY will? What is it about indifference that floats a mans boat?
Another of my many, MANY issues is highlighted by the fact that this was a man who seemed strange and slightly rude to me. Terrible dancer, kissed me without actually touching me (well, our faces were touching, but you get me!) weird banter, drunk, the whole bastard-shaped package really. He seemed, if I’m entirely honest, like a bit of a prick.
What is it about indifference that floats MY boat!?
Like anyone else, I want what I can’t have. I suppose it’s the same for the men I meet. If I like them, I let it show, so they know they can have me, and never text! It’s a vicious circle really!
Either way a win is a win!
VIVA LA POINT!
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