Then what is the problem? I’m meeting all these interesting people and I seem to know how to date. What is it that I hate?
It’s the game.
The stressful, unpredictable, dishonest game called dating that always seems to begin the minute I say, “Sure! you can text me,” no matter how hard I try to sit out.
It doesn’t start that way. I’m not a game player. I’m an honest, open person who doesn’t like the psychology of dating, nor do I get any personal satisfaction that I’m being chased. If I like a person, I’m not going to pretend to be busy, wait X amount of minutes or hours in between texts, or make plans with friends because the last thing I want to do is have this guy think I’m waiting around for him, despite that being exactly what I’m doing. I don’t do those things, yet I always seem to have to because the other person that I have entered the situation with is.
“But Jen, If a guy really likes you, he won’t do that…”
Maybe he won’t, however, I’ve been in that place too as you’ll see in my next story.
Stick with me….I’m just getting started.