On my mind tonight? Meh, besides a million other things? The matter of dating of course. Why do men play games with us? Why do we play games with them? Mind games. That's what I'm talking about. Mind games. You know what I'm referring to right? Sure you do. Who among us (both sexes) can deny it?
First scenario: A guy is interested in a girl, he asks her out, they go out and have a seemingly great time. Guy promises to call. Girl never hears from him again.
Second scenario: Guy and girl go out on a first date, have a blast, exchange numbers and then mull over whether or not one should call the other. This mulling over lasts for a couple of days, each person thinking that the other should/will call if he/she is really interested. All the while, no one is getting called and both people are talking to their very understanding friends who, not surprisingly, hate the girl/guy for being such a douche/bitch to their friend.
Third scenario- Guy woos girl, calls when he says he's going to call, makes her laugh, seems caring and more importantly, seems interested in her. In a nutshell, he gets her hooked, only to play the Houdini act as soon as she takes the bait. And when said girl calls said boy to ask what's going on, the boy acts like a total ass.
Why? Why do they do that? Why do we do that? If we were in our twenties, fresh out of college or even in high school, then maybe this behavior would be more accepting to me but we're not. I'm not. I'm older and somewhat wiser -no comments from the peanut gallery. and I know what I want. I know men who also feel the same way. And yet, these games are still getting played. I get the thrill of the chase for the men and the act of being wooed for the women, but when is enough, enough? Why does going on a date nowadays have to be so complicated? Down to what you should/should not say or wear or talk about. Ugh, next time someone just hand me a script mmkay?
For me, as a woman over forty, dating in this day and age, is a nightmare. Truly, it is. I have had some nice dates and some promising ones too, but for the most part, my dates have been one or all of the above scenarios and worse. For my long time followers, you will agree with me because you have read some of those horror stories in this very blog.
Last weekend I was with a group of friends, men and women. Over some wine and really cool guitar sounds in the background, the discussion of dating and games came up. The men said that women like when they play games and sometimes, revel in it. Revel? Seriously? And then the women chimed in and said that we hate when they play games. We went round and round with this and after