I sit and check the phone every 10 minutes. Rather, even every 10 seconds. I think to myself: “Maybe my sound has been accidentally turned off. Maybe I just did not hear his signal. Maybe I just did not see how the screen caught fire. Oh ... he is at full volume. And the screen is on fire from Instagram. ”
I became the very girl. The one that is waiting for your message. I became the same as many of my friends whom I so often chastised. I told them, “what difference does he write to you or not, are you already cool, with him or without him” or “do not worry, I am sure that he simply does not want to be intrusive”. They gave me thousands of reasons why he does not write to them. And I found loud quotes about how important patience and blah blah blah.
And now I'm trying to say all this to myself. I try to listen to the advice of smart friends, but it does not work. Some say that I myself should write to him so that he knows what interests me, while others advise him to relax and wait for him to take the next step. In any case, we play these games.
We are trying to look interested enough not to miss a person, but not too interested not to frighten him off. These games involve strategy, skills, and motivation.And all this looks like a competition, at the end of which you take a prize and go to the next competition.
So I sit and think if he plays some game with me, I try to distract myself ...
In fact, it is his loss if I'm not interested in him. Regardless of whether he writes to me or not, this does not reflect what I am. I am so cheerful, cool, smart, not dependent on the buzzing of the phone - I don’t need someone else’s assessment of me, except for the voice of my mind. I am above this, above the experience of whether I am interested in you.
Now it's time to put the phone aside and get back to real life.