He's super interested and comes on strong.
He’s assertive and confident. He asks you out and when you meet he’s engaged, and attentive, and it seems like you could have really found a great fit! I mean it’s not every day that you feel chemistry with someone, so of course you’re excited when this happens.
The date goes great, you had so much in common. You can hardly wait to see him again.
You get a “good morning, beautiful” text and you’re going back and forth for hours.
At the end of your second amazing date he makes it pretty clear that you should do it again. Of course, you want to see him again. He says, “I’ll call you” with one more sweet, delicious kiss. Such a perfect gentleman. He didn’t even try anything.
You float into your front door and right away just send him a text saying “I had such a great time” with the heart eyed-emoji. I mean, you’re a modern woman, You don’t believe in these antiquated old rules that say you can never initiate any kind of contact. Plus, you just had such an amazing time, he was clearly feeling the same connection and chemistry that you were.
Yes, you were right! He responds back with a "me too, :-). "
You just know he’s hooked.
And it always goes the same way...
You try not to get ahead of yourself, but it just really seems like you’re on the same page here. Finally.
And then the next day comes and goes and you don’t hear from him.
But you’re sure he’s busy. And then another day. On the third day you’re feeling jittery and restless. You tell yourself it’s probably just too much coffee (even though you had your usual amount). But you’re not ready to admit that it’s anxiety and fear wreaking havoc on your peace and focus.
After the 327th time of reflexively reaching for your phone, you finally put it in your desk drawer so it’s not sitting there taunting you forcing you to reach out to “check your email” every 9.4 seconds.
Nope, he hasn’t emailed. Or texted. Or WhatsApp'd.
You begin a heated mental debate without yourself about whether you should text him. Something breezy and cute just to *remind* him you’re here.
Your brain isn’t helping you much so you turn to your friends instead. 3 say no, 2 say yes.
You figure your vote counts twice, the yes’s win, you’re texting him!
Oh, the three dots — he’s typing!
The dots disappear.
How is a great woman like you ever going to get coupled up when *this* is how men act?!
IT JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE...