Men Who Smother… and the Women Who Run from Them
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising.
So I’m out of town for a few days. I put an out-of-office response on my email that says, pretty much, I’m out of town for a few days and won’t be checking my email. I’ll get back with you when I get back.
How hard is this to understand?
Why then does a visiting Gainesville athlete with rock-hard abs and a hankering to have drinks with me not seem to understand that I am out of town and not reading email while I’m gone? He’s not a college kid, though he’s not quite 30, and I met him through a mutual friend who was obviously too intrigued by his looks to notice how suffocating his affections and affectations are.
Why do men say they want an independent woman and then try to smother her? Really. I log on and find three messages a day via my yahoo messenger and another handful of emails. No kidding, I have about 25 messages, all asking if I’m in town yet. I mean, I like to be actively pursued as much as the next girl but this is just plain bothersome. If I were doing the same to him, he’d consider me a psycho stalker chick!
Maybe I need to define to the Universe what I want and explain that it would be nice to date a guy who appreciates my independence as much as his own and values my uniqueness and need for freedom as much as I would value his.
In other news, my progressed moon enters Libra today for the next 2.5 years. That means a change in emotions that I’m feeling already. Less need to keep my nose the emotional moon-in-Virgo grindstone as I have for the past 2.5 years of analyzing every little thing. It’s time now for more harmony, more socializing, and more enjoyment in partnerships of all kinds.
Won’t that be nice? I can stop having analysis as my scarecrow! Ya think?
Well, assuming I don’t have young pups with rockhard abs smothering me with their insecurities. Where are all the non-boring men, I ask? Where?! I want some har-mon-neeeeeeeeee. Okay, that and an hour-long foot rub!