So I was going back and re-reading for my own amusement, my random stories of being hit on by men. I realize now it my older, more mature state that at times I did get unreasonably upset about these men hitting on me. Why is that we as women want the attention, but when get upset when we get it? Good question, right? All right men, you can stop nodding now.
A man’s persistence does interest me, though. Take for example the man my delightful mother decided that she was going to set me up with. First, let’s get this story started the right way. My mom calls me at work, she leaves me a message asking me to call her back. I, being a good daughter, call her back. We’re having a normal conversation and then she goes:
“Uh, hold on a minute…”
What’s the next thing I hear from a deep manly voice but…
“Hello? Is this Jessica?”
Yes, my mom so did that. She told me to hold on, then put me on the phone with a man I don’t even know. True. Story. To my credit, I was very polite and had a nice conversation with him, at work, mind you. I ended up giving him my phone number because as usual in those situations with me, I feel pretty adventurous at first. Well, he proceeded to text message me around midnight. Now, if I had been writing this entry a few months ago that really wouldn’t have bothered me. Especially since the text didn’t wake me up. But I’ve been working on this not expressing intimacy too early in a relationship thing. Texting or calling someone you don’t know very well in the wee hours of the morning is not very condusive to my missive. I’ve also learned that text messages and calls after 11pm tend to take on a whole other shape…
So, needless to say, I was pretty turned off at that point. Along with that fact that he had a few other attributes that I wasn’t very attracted to. I was polite in my text messages and usually called him back when he called me, but after awhile it faded and I really didn’t do anything to make sure that didn’t happen. The flurry of text messages and phone calls I got before it reached that point was kind of amazing, though. I suppose that was the way that he was expressing his interest.
I guess I just feel like after getting out of this last datingship, I’m able to be a little more objective and smarter whenever I deal with the opposite sex. I definitely have a longing at times to be in a relationship with someone, but I’m also enjoying soaking up what I can while I’m single. I’m not really the kind of women who serial dates. I don’t think that if I go out on a date with 10 men, at least one has to be a good fit. That’s not science to me, that’s desparation. I’m sorry for those who disagree with me, and I don’t judge them, but that’s how I feel. I think many, many people interpret that as me not being a risk taker or putting myself out there in relationships, and I am absolutely willing to accept that. I do realize that I have much more of a sit back and wait kind of attitude when it comes to relationships. I just find that whenever I’ve gone and aggressively pursued being a relationship, not with a man, but just idea of being in one (yes, there’s a difference) I haven’t been successful on my own. I’m much more willing to just wait and let God work His magic. He’s already promised my heart’s cry to me, and now I just have to make sure I’m ready for him.