Master Don Juan
- Sep 20, 2007
Saturday, she texted me what restaurant did I want to meet her in on Sunday. “Restaurant” I think. I have no interest in eating with her. Come to think, I have no interest in talking to her ... and no interest in seducing her.
Pretty ball-sy play on her end to dangle the carrot of sex in the subversive attempt for my exclusivity.
Covert power play, manipulation at its finest.
I understand the motivation. She knows my dating style and doesn’t want to be pumped and tossed eventually or just another number like the others. I get it. But this is not the way.
She and her mother failed in thinking (my) desire (to be exclusive) can be negotiated. It can’t. And so it won’t.
I canceled the Sunday plans without explanation. And didn’t respond thereafter.