Dating is so much more difficult than having a girlfriend. I never know if a woman can read my intentions or not when I ask her out to dinner or lunch. Deciphering her intention is equally difficult. I wonder if I should come out and say how interested I am. I wonder if I’ll want to digest the reply over half eaten sushi or chicken salad.
I always take these conversations with myself back to writing and the necessity of taking risks. Why should I care what reply my words receive; should I care? I do.
Rejection is never fun but neither is self rejection by way of never saying anything at all. It’s like being so afraid of getting rejection letters from grad schools that I refuse to apply. Well I will definitely not get in if I don’t even apply. Maybe I should think about that the next time I look into the eyes of a crush across the table over dinner or maybe a mid-afternoon lunch
Maybe
blush? rush? hush? THAT’S SO VAGUE, JAY! Gosh!
I would say, tell her dude, but then I’d be a hypocrite. It’s never easy being the one to take that sort of risk when you’ve been hurt in the past or it just hasn’t gone as you thought it would. Maybe give it some time? I think it’s unrealistic for anyone to not care how his/her words are received…we all care at least a little bit, even if we don’t want to admit it.
Eh I’ll get over it, or I’ll just tell her when the time is right. Whenever that may be…