A chance encounter on the streets of Melbourne after a night of drunken revelry – we have to stop meeting like this. I am accosted and at 3.00am, it’s hard to say no to a pash before I go home for the night. It was a good kiss, most involving me are… I just hope it is not interpreted as more than it was.
She tells me that she knows my game. She thinks I am playing hard to get. It is true, I do play hard to get extremely well, but most of the time, it’s not a game to me. I really am hard to get. Honestly, I am not worth the effort she is putting in to me, and I hate the fact that when females are apparently the masters of subtlety, she can’t read between the lines.
I don’t know what is wrong with me, because she is a nice girl, but human emotions are tricky things, and the fact that I know she wants me plays on my mind. Give me a challenge. It’s annoying, because chance encounter after chance encounter with various young ladies, you still wake up in the morning searching for something more.
I just want to be friends with this girl, I don’t have the inclination for anything more, and it is a shame, because I feel under pressure every time we interact! Maybe I should tell her that I am deeply in love with her, and that should do the trick, then I can get the ‘I think we should just be friends’ speech with no further harm.
These head games are not good for anyone, but you have to look out for number one, and I have made certain from the beginning that she had no expectations of me, and I certainly placed none on her, alas, I am a stand out guy, and she is only human, I can’t blame her for chasing me like a love sick teenager... playing the game or not, hopefully I can teach her a trick or two.