I
have started and deleted several blogs over the past few days. I've been
frustrated over not being able to say what I really want to say without
sounding nuts... So I'm just going to go out on that limb.
I'm sick and tired of men who play games with women. Actually, I'm tired of people who play games period.
Ok, so that's probably not newsworthy for many of you, especially if you have ever read any of my blogs.
What has me so fed up?? Well, suspicion mostly, that I'm being painted as the bad girl in a scenario where I made my feelings clear on multiple occasions, because the guy wasn’t getting it.
I found out through someone that a person I thought was a friend had something important happen. I went to Facebook to check out pictures and say congrats when I realized... hey, we aren't friends anymore. Then I recalled the last conversation I had with this person, and paying no mind at the time, I didn't realize how cold the conversation was (it was on text).
I'm sick and tired of men who play games with women. Actually, I'm tired of people who play games period.
Ok, so that's probably not newsworthy for many of you, especially if you have ever read any of my blogs.
What has me so fed up?? Well, suspicion mostly, that I'm being painted as the bad girl in a scenario where I made my feelings clear on multiple occasions, because the guy wasn’t getting it.
I found out through someone that a person I thought was a friend had something important happen. I went to Facebook to check out pictures and say congrats when I realized... hey, we aren't friends anymore. Then I recalled the last conversation I had with this person, and paying no mind at the time, I didn't realize how cold the conversation was (it was on text).
This
is actually someone who is mentioned in a blog a ways back… he accused me of
treating him a certain way, when what I actually did was tell him that it
wouldn’t work between us. Life goes on, and in my world, I’m not completely
affected other than the frustration of knowing someone is telling lies to
garner sympathy. In a way, I think it’s pretty entertaining, that I have that kind of effect on someone.
The
games part is a long and drawn out story, which I won't bore you with. But in
more recent history, I will discuss the whole idea of playing games with people
and emotions. As I think about events that have gone on over the past few
months (since my last blog), I wonder if men realize what they do and say is
thought about on an endless loop, analyzing everything for slight nuances to
used express one thing or another. Because, let’s be real, that is what women
do.
My
personal belief is that the reason women obsess so much over whether a guy is
interested in her is that men will not express their interest. Somehow they
have gotten this idea that women need to fall all over themselves and become
slightly less than a stalker to get a man’s attention. I think this is WRONG! I
think both sexes should put forth effort instead of playing some kind of cat
and mouse game where no one knows what it going on.
Simple
advice for men: If you like her, get to know her, express interest, RESPOND to
her. If she is taking the time to communicate with you (in whatever form –
electronic or in person), then she may very well be interested, especially if
she is inviting you to do things with her. Someone has to make the first move
to progress a relationship to the next level. (My preference is that the guy
wears the pants and be the man, but hey, that’s me).
Someone
said I'm cold and hard to get to know, but if they only knew... I've suffered a
lot in relationships because I put myself into it, heart and all, and I've been
crushed. To teeny, tiny little bits. Sometimes the pain was so terrible that I
wondered if I would be able to get out of bed. But I did. And I pulled myself
back together. And I moved on and I learned my lesson. Now I’m cautious about
getting my heart involved, especially if I am unclear on a man’s intentions.
I protect myself, and most importantly, I protect my child. I asked him a question tonight and he surprised me with his answer. I really thought he would have said yes with enthusiasm, but he actually thought about it and said no, and had a pretty good reason. Strangely, I think God was protecting me through my son...because sometimes, God uses the ones you wouldn’t think of to send a message.
I protect myself, and most importantly, I protect my child. I asked him a question tonight and he surprised me with his answer. I really thought he would have said yes with enthusiasm, but he actually thought about it and said no, and had a pretty good reason. Strangely, I think God was protecting me through my son...because sometimes, God uses the ones you wouldn’t think of to send a message.