Tuesday, March 3, 2009

He loves me, he loves me not

Being a woman is tough work.

We've heard this time and time again; in movies, from our mothers and in the feminist empowerment section of our local Barnes and Noble.

We were given an amazing array of gifts from our Creator ranging from our perfectly timed week of hell ( also known as mensturation), the ability to push out a watermelon-sized human head from a quarter-sized elastic hole and of course, the most complex and over analytical dating style.

And so the story goes: Boy meets girl, girl likes boy's smile and says flirty comments to gain boy's attention. Boy returns the flirting and smiles back. Girl mentally begins analyzation if the full toothed smile means he's into her, or maybe a " I am really just a ladies man and I know it" smile. The analyzing begins.

It seeps into our every thoughts and clouds every interaction with that person, assuming the way he blinks secretly means some message we are missing out on. A message we all long for... that he is picturing your lives together as much as you are.

So.. when the signals are as varied as a bowl of chex mix at a house party, how can we analyze the next move to make? Do we give up on the concept that we can find every answer to our questions on our own? or do we take the stand of the man and let him do the dirty work for once. For him to start the guessing game, to wonder if we are into them?

As a current fighter in the battle of dating confusion, I could use all the amo possible.. post your comments below..

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