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Sep 11, 2006 12:44

I have taken a solemn vow to not pursue young men, and to let them pursue me for a change.

Or indeed, young women, for not to do so would be like giving up chocolate for Lent, then deciding that WagonWheels and Kitkats count as biscuits.

This is on the advice of a friend, who has taken a similar vow. Men, she feels, do not respect a girl who makes the first move, despite what they might say to the contrary. I love this friend, but I feel frustrated when she makes me look before I leap, because I then tend not to leap, and I do so love to leap. Both to make everyone else go, "Look at her, leaping!", and also because I might land on something soft.

I am finding it hard. To show restraint is against the very fabric of my being. I am naturally demonstrative and open. If I like someone, I say so. If I want to take a long walk with someone, hopefully involving foodstuffs and kisses, I will invite them.

Deciding whether this vow is in my best interest in the long run. Issues a-plenty.

Oh, and thisbeciel might be interested to know that I have seen the trailer for the BBC's new Jane Eyre adaptation, and it looks quite fun.
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