Tuesday, December 30, 2003
I Stand Corrected
Taking a break from packing plates and pictures. (sniff sniff) The newsprint has blackened my hands.
Now, blackening my self. I've been thinking about the "games" talk from last post. I talked a little with D about it this morning. He had a list (!) of Games People Play, but the one we really zoomed in on was: "People who say they're available and who aren't!"
"You mean they say they're single but they really have a boyfriend?"
"I really meant folks who pretend to be emotionally available."
Touché. There was a stab of recognition.
I want to date -- I talk about it all the time -- but I'm not really putting heart and soul into it. How available am I if I'm going to start looking for jobs that might take me away? I also don't know about those situations where you meet someone and they're "just okay". Are these folks worth voting off the island? Maybe over the course of getting to know someone "just okay" can become pretty fantastic.
Even if "availability" is a game -- and I'm not sure it rises to that level -- I think I'm still irritated at Bachelor #1 (and that guy from a year ago's) reaction. I'm told it's not a date, and then get huffy about ... something? What? What possibly different kind of expectation of events are we talking here? Who's playing the game now?
You might think I'm wound up in a tizzy. I'm not. I'm not even sure I would or will do anything different in the future. In the course of watering a few holes at a few watering holes, I cannot see how my dating issues are any problems other than for myself to deal with. I mean, I enjoy talking about dating, relationships and all that stuff -- and it seems to be those talks that get me in the water hot. I should keep my big mouth shut -- and save it solely for this blog!
(And for the record: I think I'm pretty good at keeping expectations where they should. For example, I never told Bachelor #1 I would call. And so I haven't. If I called now, then *there* would be a gameplay -- I'd want friendship and ha ha ha! I won't take bets on that.)
Enough rapping. Back to wrapping.
Now, blackening my self. I've been thinking about the "games" talk from last post. I talked a little with D about it this morning. He had a list (!) of Games People Play, but the one we really zoomed in on was: "People who say they're available and who aren't!"
"You mean they say they're single but they really have a boyfriend?"
"I really meant folks who pretend to be emotionally available."
Touché. There was a stab of recognition.
I want to date -- I talk about it all the time -- but I'm not really putting heart and soul into it. How available am I if I'm going to start looking for jobs that might take me away? I also don't know about those situations where you meet someone and they're "just okay". Are these folks worth voting off the island? Maybe over the course of getting to know someone "just okay" can become pretty fantastic.
Even if "availability" is a game -- and I'm not sure it rises to that level -- I think I'm still irritated at Bachelor #1 (and that guy from a year ago's) reaction. I'm told it's not a date, and then get huffy about ... something? What? What possibly different kind of expectation of events are we talking here? Who's playing the game now?
You might think I'm wound up in a tizzy. I'm not. I'm not even sure I would or will do anything different in the future. In the course of watering a few holes at a few watering holes, I cannot see how my dating issues are any problems other than for myself to deal with. I mean, I enjoy talking about dating, relationships and all that stuff -- and it seems to be those talks that get me in the water hot. I should keep my big mouth shut -- and save it solely for this blog!
(And for the record: I think I'm pretty good at keeping expectations where they should. For example, I never told Bachelor #1 I would call. And so I haven't. If I called now, then *there* would be a gameplay -- I'd want friendship and ha ha ha! I won't take bets on that.)
Enough rapping. Back to wrapping.