You can't rent, borrow, or play with mine.
Now, I am certainly not the only one with dating trials, errors, and funny scenarios. Here is a recent tale played out, or not quite played out, to it's denouement. A girlfriend took a job in January in the career of her schooling and had the pleasure of meeting a very handsome man who worked for the same company and appeared to have his act together. Appearances can be deceiving...
After a month of circling, making up excuses to come near her office, lingering around the watering hole in sight of her desk, etc., he finally got up enough gumption to ask her out... via e-mail. Cue one that he might be a little short of playing equipment. After the first date, he began texting her quite frequently, inquiring about her day to day life, wishing her well for specific events with which she was involved, and flirting when coming by her office when no one was around... all the things a man would normally do to indicate his interest in a woman. Off to a great start, right?
But he fizzled... he never asked for a second date, didn't up his game from texts to actual phone calls, and he didn't make any moves in a forward direction. So, one might ponder that perhaps he became disinterested or had a change of mind. That would be conceivable except that all the activity from the above mentioned paragraph continued for over two months. That's a long time to circle the bush and not squat to do your business.
At first my friend was cool with what she perceived to be an effort on his part to take things slow, considering the fact that they work together and if things got messy or ended badly, it would make 40 hours a week pretty awkward. But after two months, we were all like, "Really?!? Is that all you got?"
The decision to close the door to what could have been was made after she put herself out there and offered to come by his place to give him a massage after he was done with a marathon in which he was competing. He ignored her text message. What man turns down a massage from a hot woman? So, that Saturday evening she called it done.
As Monday morning approached she was afraid that things would be awkward as she had grown accustomed to his flirtatious talk, witty comebacks, and his continuous vie for her attention by was of strutting around her office like a peacock touting his plumage. However, the day went by in an uneventful blur. Why? He was a no show. Not because he wasn't at work, but because he spent two days hiding from her. Can you imagine how difficult it must be to hide from someone in a two story building? Armed with the self gratifying sense of satisfaction that comes with having a grown man run and hide from her, she washed her hands and said, "NEXT!"
Please men, for the love of all that is sane, when you decide to step-up and play in the Big Leagues, bring your balls, slap them on the table, and work your A-Game! A strong independent woman who knows what she wants yet is willing and wanting you to be the man, is a rare find. Add to that that she's beautiful, intelligent, sexy, funny, witty, and extremely HOT, you've got to have your own balls. You can't play with hers, you can't rent or borrow them, you need to bring your own and not be afraid to use them. Especially when all signs are reading "Let's play ball!"
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