Pursuit. It's such a simple concept. You know, cat chasing mouse, hunter versus hunted, but what about women and men? Not so simple of a concept anymore, is it? Not for me.
How can we tell if it is justified to be the hunter? Should we simply go after our potential prey, thereby risking awkward situations and a slight loss in pride? At present, I am considering the role of the hunter, wondering if I should step into the shoes. At the same time, however, I wouldn't want to risk everything on the line - not only my pride, but the friendship that has accumulated for the past few months.
In the same vein, I feel a tension between the two of us - an attraction that I believe to be real. It seems that perhaps both of us are afraid to jump into the role of the hunter. I also cannot tell if I am merely an object of lust instead of potential prey. In most cases, I'm just the object and not a prize. I have no idea if I am being pursued, or if the only conquest with me in mind is in the bedroom.
But, men, know you this; I would appreciate a very obvious signal either way. If all you seek is physical, please just tell me so. Don't torment my mind more so than it has already been tormented. If I'm planning on sleeping with you, I'll sleep with you, but I'd greatly appreciate knowing ahead of time instead of falling in love with you only to be broken weeks later after you're through toying with me. Thanks.
And gentlemen, if there are any hunters out there, those hunters under the payroll of Cupid [and not of Cassanova], for the love of God, come forward. I'm waiting for you. I'm tired of games. I'm tired of playing the field. So, please, step up to the plate so we can end this game of trivial pursuit.
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