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.