Saturday, March 1, 2014

The Day I Didn't Die from Radio Silence

Yesterday I was not on the receiving end of one text message from a man*. I make a point of singling out men for two reasons:

1. I did send & receive texts from my mom

2. At exactly 12:13AM I did receive a text from a man. No it wasn't one of "those" kind of messages which are known to happen from time to time. I'm not "that" kind of girl at least not anymore or in the confines of a committed relationship.

*man, denotes a non-romantic interest. He's lovely in is own right however dating is not in the card for us. See how I can call it like it is? Occasionally, let's not get carried away.

Oh, can we talk about how under appreciated & utilized land lines are? Like the phone in the photo above? How cute? And at the same time how miserable? At least cell phones allow you to set ring/text tones & smart girls everywhere have set a tone for each man. I personally like to pick something that really captures the essence of the relationship I have with the man. Take for instance the man who I kind of felt like I had fallen under a spell (of sorts) for or the writer. In both cases or rather sounds of a spell being cast or a typewriter was a reminiscent nod to each of them. So the poor girl pictured above is in a special kind of purgatory we've long since said goodbye to. Not to mention the phone being off the hook isn't going to increase the chances of it actually ringing. 

So back to my single woman plight, whining/rambling about "radio silence"'which is just my way of saying I didn't receive a text, call or carrier pigeon from a love interest (i.e. man). But wait, who sends a carrier pigeon? That has got to be some real love type shit I've yet to experience. 

I process this two ways, on the one hand I'm the closest I've been to having a clean (man) slate in quite sometime. No, I'm not juggling non-potential men. No, as a matter of fact I'm not wasting my pretty on men, I mean there's just the one, keep reading. I don't see myself with in a long term sense. Then there's that other hand the one I use to smack myself around with when it comes to Aidan. You see I think it's time to admit that I like him more than he likes me at least where consistency is concerned. I've never needed to not talk to someone I claimed to liking for days, weeks or even months at a time. When he's "into me" he's responsive. When he's not "into me," crickets. Right now there's a lovely chorus of crickets playing "can't get enough of your love, babe" ironic huh? 

So what's my problem since I'm clearly the one with the problem here, I rather innately operate at a high emotional level. I need to dial back the emotion and dial up the fun. I have so much fun when I'm with him! Can I just have fun? No, probably not if I'm keeping it real but I can get in some practice & a little practice never hurt. Besides when someone acts how you expect them to why be mad about it. I'm not mad. I might be unrealistically hopeful but I love love, it's just who I am. As I make my way to the front lines, where I'm hoping the single men are in droves I've decided to delete my online dating profile, lose the layer of chub I've put on & find my mojo because if there is one thing summer is perfect for its romance.  

Oh, it was also brought to my attention that his astrological sign could have something to do with it. He's a Pisces. Pisces are apparently fickle. Be still my heart.


Miss BB 

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