Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:
I tried it. It’s one of those dating myths that promises a guy will fall right in your lap. It doesn’t get you anywhere. Where did it get me? Zero dating action in high school, that’s where. Zero dating action in college, that’s where. Now, lest you think I’m some sort of permiscuous girl who has her own designated lamp post on the corner, let me tell you now that when I use the term hard-to-get, I’m speaking strictly in the metaphorical sense here. You know, as in I like to leave a little mystery behind me; some things, after all, are better left to the imagination. You probably imagine me all the time now in 2009, but don’t even know it yet, do you? I know. I tend to have that sort of effect on people. I can’t help it. It’s just part of the charm and beauty that is me.
But I digress. In light of some interactions with a certain someone lately, I’m slowly realizing that playing “the game,” whatever that means (and no, that is not a euphemism), is just a losing battle. I want out. Whoever said that pretending you don’t want someone will make them want you even more only works for two things: Real-Estate agents selling houses and pimps, well, you know. It’s just really, really a waste of time. If you play hard-to-get, I’m reasoning, you don’t really want him in the first place, do you? It’s your subconscious trying so desperately to tell you something, yet why do we fail to listen so many times? The game just makes us mad. It makes us confused. And, frankly, it just makes us tired.
So when a certain someone found out about certain feelings I once held for him, it didn’t seem like such a catastrophic event. You see, I’d been playing hard-to-get for all these years (or at least that’s how I rationalized it to myself, along with my self-consciousness about my physical disability, how our families had known each other forever…see how I grasped tightly to any and every excuse in sight?), and where did it get me?
Into one big, huge, giant mess – a mess that, honestly, I sort of feel bad about even creating.
My fingers furiously typing my feelings on this blog, naturally, is also where it got me, letting it all oooze out for him and the entire world to read. That’s not exactly the way I wanted him to find out, but he did and it’s done. I may have unleashed a bomb by acknowledging the white elephant in the room, but at least the beast is out of its cage.
What do you think? Have you ever just thrown caution to the wind and said the very words you always thought would be left unspoken? How did it turn out for you? I’m sure I’ll hear all about it one day. Until we meet…
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