Playing the Game

I'm always playing the game of dating...with myself. I don't believe for a second that the guys I date have any idea what's going on in my head. Those evil thoughts.

My experience with The Busy Builder is a perfect example. Obviously after blowing me off for his grandma, he wasn't going to contact me again. I should have moved on to the next...But I didn't.

Instead I told myself there's no way this is over. I have to make him like me, without looking totally desperate. I hate to lose. I have to initiate contact, but in a really cute way...

I sent a photo of myself.

Whoa whoa whoa...I know what you're thinking, but this isn't an after-school special. It wasn't that kind of photo! It was of my bulging bicep muscle post workout...Duh. Check them out:

Caption: "I dunno. I think my arms are bigger than yours."

Wait for response....ding ding.

"I don't think so."....and there it is! What I secretly wanted. A photo of his huge arms. Drool. Fuck, I wish I hadn't deleted that off my phone in a fit of rage.

I sent cute texts like that every couple days that week. Clearly he needed to be reminded of how awesome I am. And he always responded, but never initiated. That Saturday, I hosted a bridal shower...every single girl's favorite event. After countless glasses of champagne, I got brave. I texted him...

"...May I interest you in a beer?"

"Yes!"