Girls are, in a word, insane. And as one of them, I am free to expose the deepest of the secrets (and not-so-secrets) we tend to keep. I can tell you both from experience and word-of-mouth that we generally love to be wholeheartedly pursued by human beings of the male persuasion.
When the pursuit begins (which, in this day and age, might start with a virtual poke, wink, wave or friend request), e-mails become like our favorite books (you know, the kind we can read over and over); text messages make our hearts skip beats; we master not sounding nervous over the phone and we smile more than usual.
But has anyone noticed that while we love to be pursued, we only love it if we’re already interested? In theory, I always imagined that if a random guy fell from the sky and into my lap (hypothetically speaking), talked with me once and began to wholeheartedly pursue me, I would be flattered. I also imagined I’d be inclined to go for it because it’s not often that I’m wholeheartedly pursued.
It seems like if there isn’t any pre-pursuit eye contact, or if I feel nothing for him before I know he feels anything for me, his emails are like textbooks (the kind with no bold print words); we make scary crying faces when our phones buzz or beep with his texts and we master not sounding interested over the phone (but never quite enough for a hint to be gotten, apparently). And to be quite frank, I am ok with all of that.
I would, though, still like to know whether it’s possible to fall for someone in whom no interest exists for you. Is it possible for a guy to pursue a disinterested girl wholeheartedly enough to win her affection? Does, in the realm of “romance” or what have you, a successful pursuit of what isn’t seen exist? Or is every successful pursuit that which began when the “he” could tell that “she” was already interested?
Tonight, I had a Dasani with someone in whom I’ve got no romantic interest. Intuition and past conversations can’t say the same for him. The good news? Free water, and possibly the birth of a friendship. Some call me a player, and some call me crazy.
Just don’t call me for a date if you know I’m not interested.
