Monday, May 08, 2006
The Game of Life
I bet Karen some hot chocolate at City Bakery that Scott would not show up on Friday. I lost. We ended up at what was potentially the emptiest lounge in all of Manhattan on 10th Ave. But that was fine with us. We weren't interested in being with lots of people. We found a couch in the back and talked for hours. We discussed religion. I accused him of being too smooth for his own good. He admired my feet.
Then, he kissed me. WHOO BOY, could this man kiss. Hands down- the next half hour was the best kissing experience of my life. Around 3ish, it was time for me to go home. Making out can only go so far before you either need to go home together or get the hell away from each other. I was pleasantly surprised when he didn't even try to get me to go home with him. He walked me out, kissed me a few more times, put me in a cab and ordered me to call him when I got home, so he knew I'd gotten home safely.
Sure, he was a gentlemen. Sure, he followed through, for once. Sure, he was respectful. But I still don't trust him. And I'm fairly certain that he's playing me. What I don't understand is, for what purpose? I mean, I'm cute, smart and funny, but I'm NOT the type of girl that men go after just for the thrill of the chase and the need to conquer. Based on everything that has happened, I should be running in the opposite direction. But I'm interested enough to find out how this plays out, to let this continue.
I have adjusted my expectations and emotions accordingly. I have removed them from the equation. I no longer contact him. I let all contact be initiated by him. I never give him too much information about what I want from him. When he is text messaging me about how wonderful it is to be with me, I'm barely reciprocating. I don't mention when he has again failed to do something he said he would do, I don't want him to know that I even noticed.
I'm playing him right back.
Why? Because I want to win.
Then, he kissed me. WHOO BOY, could this man kiss. Hands down- the next half hour was the best kissing experience of my life. Around 3ish, it was time for me to go home. Making out can only go so far before you either need to go home together or get the hell away from each other. I was pleasantly surprised when he didn't even try to get me to go home with him. He walked me out, kissed me a few more times, put me in a cab and ordered me to call him when I got home, so he knew I'd gotten home safely.
Sure, he was a gentlemen. Sure, he followed through, for once. Sure, he was respectful. But I still don't trust him. And I'm fairly certain that he's playing me. What I don't understand is, for what purpose? I mean, I'm cute, smart and funny, but I'm NOT the type of girl that men go after just for the thrill of the chase and the need to conquer. Based on everything that has happened, I should be running in the opposite direction. But I'm interested enough to find out how this plays out, to let this continue.
I have adjusted my expectations and emotions accordingly. I have removed them from the equation. I no longer contact him. I let all contact be initiated by him. I never give him too much information about what I want from him. When he is text messaging me about how wonderful it is to be with me, I'm barely reciprocating. I don't mention when he has again failed to do something he said he would do, I don't want him to know that I even noticed.
I'm playing him right back.
Why? Because I want to win.
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