Rejection and Playing Hard to Get

Here’s my dilemma: I look at myself in the mirror and I see the same face looking back at me every day. The same as all of us. I’m used to being who I am. When you see me for the first time, that’s the first time you’ve seen me. I’m used to me. When you first see me, you react to who I am potentially very strongly. I, however, are counting one more day being the same ol’ same ol’ what I’ve always been. I don’t know what it’s like to be anyone but who I am, definitely not from a personal perspective, so I consider myself The Most Common type of a person there is. I am always there, you know? The rest of you people, to me, are a bit… Different. Unusual. Not always there.

I know that sometimes people who I don’t really think twice about after I’ve met them, tell me they were blown away by “our connection” the “depth of it”, and how important it was to them. They’ve told me that they felt an instant connection, instant attraction, they were spiritually drawn to me and what not, and I don’t know what they’re talking about. To me, they were nothing but bland and ordinary, despite them being not me and not always there. They were the type of people you meet so often, that you’re almost as bored with them as you are of your own face… No. More so. You have control over your own face, but you have no control over these people. They keep boring you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

With these two things in mind, I meet someone who I am blown away by. Someone who I think is beyond what anyone else is, someone completely incredible in every way. I feel an instant connection, instant attraction, I feel spiritually drawn to them, and I feel utterly and completely in love.

Where have I heard this before? Right.

Okay. So he may think about the same way about me. Blown away, instantly attracted blah blah. But he decides, that since I am such a little hottie, I know how to wrap a guy around my little finger and take him to the cleaners, right? And he decides that although he wants me, feels drawn to me, and finds there’s a special connection, he’ll better play his cards right and reject me. Just to show me to my place.

How am I supposed to trust the feeling and keep coming after him? How am I supposed to know he’s flirting and trying to make himself the mouse and me the cat when I know what I know?

The last thing I want to be is that moron who is looking at another person with googly-eyes thinking “OMG there’s this connection I feel…”

The moral of this story is…

Games are dangerous.

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