Chasing VS being chased
The most common advice I’ve been getting lately is to let the man chase me. Make him work for me. If he asks you to come over, don’t. If he calls you, don’t answer and text him back in three hours. He’ll want me more if he can’t have me. And maybe the advice has some substance to it. I mean, people have been playing the game for years; there’s gotta be a reason, right?
But I’m sorry to say, that’s not really my style. If you need me, I’m there. Maybe I’ll bring you food, even if you’re not hungry. Your house is out of the way? I’ll stop by anyway. You don’t always have to drive. Or pay. Or be prideful. If I care about something, I’ll take care of it. Nurture it, protect it. Whether you ask me to or not.
And if I’m wrong in this, I’m wrong. But I’d rather be wrong for trying too hard than right for acting and saying things that are the opposite of what I actually want to do or say.
