Although I'm sure my friend has advised Him to let me set the pace, I'm already disappointed that he hasn't contacted me again. In the remains of my romantic days, I've decided to play by the Rules and wait for him to take a few more first steps!
Although after work, I had cancelled my physiotherapy session in favour of a mani-pedi and a blow-dry (just in case), and I had my MacBook Pro up and running all evening, I stayed away from the Compose and Reply icons. A few times, I thought of asking Him out for coffee, but I just couldn't bring myself to re-initiate contact.
I insist on having the ball, but then I don't always know what to do with it!
To keep the beat of the electronic bonding up, I reread his 18 e-mails a few times. I find communicating with a stranger with prospects, in my mother tongue, an unparalleled experience; the sous-entendu's, the gradual switch to the informal "you" and the colloquial verb endings, even the misunderstandings bear sweetness.
My timid attempts at controlling the situation is just pathetic! All the while I'm holding the ball, I'm secretly wishing he would snatch it away from me. Obviously, F. doesn't play by my rules, there is no sign of Him in my Inbox. A mixture of disappointment and relief follow me around. I seem to be more anxious about him liking me than not liking me.
I realize I need a man who can read my mind! Accepted and filed! What have you accepted and filed today?
I realize I need a man who can read my mind! Accepted and filed! What have you accepted and filed today?
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