The Waiting Game
Originally published at The Glass People. You can comment here or there.
I hate the waiting game. Am I being too pushy, too much; maybe I’m in contact too little, maybe you think it says that I don’t like you very much.
I write, I instant message, I call and leave a voice mail. I wait. I wait. I wait. Sure I understand you have things to do, you have a life. I just feel like it’s some crazy game. When do I make contact, how often, and at what time of day. Do I wait for you to respond before making contact again? Do I need a specific reason to make contact? Too many questions.
I just want to get to know you. I like you. I really like you.
But how do I handle the game. Even if neither one of us wants to play the effing game we still get caught in it’s tango. Shit, this is crazy. There are way too many factors to fuck up here. Should it really be this complicated? Is it really this complicated? Maybe all or most of the complications and games are in my head. Maybe it’s a one player game and I’m somehow kicking my own ass?
I feel like I must have been successful at this before. I’ve had girlfriends before. Really really good looking girl friends. I must have done something right. I just can’t remember being this crazy about it before hand. Maybe this just happens each time I meet a girl I like and then I forget about it. Arrrggg. It’s so damn confusing, time consuming, stressfull, and unproductive.
What to do, what to do, what to do?
I guess for now I must play the waiting game, so it goes. I’ll be waiting a mi bella, I’ll be waiting.