The Tree is still in my life, still texting and sending “good morning, beautiful” texts and other things from time to time, but he’s pulling the classic Slow Fade maneuvers and texting less and less and had not made any plans with me. He texted me yesterday asking if he’d told me that he was going to be in Los Angeles this week, and I said yes and I asked when he was leaving. And then this exchange:
Tree: Leave tmrw. I was going to ask if you are free tonight, but I’m afraid my to do list is ridiculously long :(
Ginger: :(
Tree: But I would like to meet in a stairwell for several hours [kissy face emoji, 3 flame emojis and another kissy face emoji]
Ginger: :) Someday…
Tree: Yes please
…and crickets.
I’m letting him off the hook. It happens. He’s not into me. He may text me a few more times, but he’s exactly like Bachelor Party Marty in that he wants to keep me on the hook as a back up plan or something.
The Tree will find out (if he keeps it up) that I am nobody’s back up plan. Just like I did with BPM, I will start to ignore his texts and beat him at his own game.
Maybe it’s tit for tat or some kind of passive competitiveness, but I want guys to be aware that I don’t think it’s cool to be strung along like that. You either like me and want to see me or you’re out. Don’t think you’re being nice by throwing a tidbit. It’s not nice.
So I went fishing on Tinder Sunday evening and reeled in another one. We met up last night. I can’t wait to do the RAD, but I need to do my morning workout and get ready for work, so the RAD will have to wait. Let’s just say I’ve had a lot of luck in the Outrageously Sexy Make-Out Department lately.
Mojo coming back? One can only hope.
xo,
GS
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