Twice now I have developed some degree of affection for professionals who told me that they considered me a friend. The common thing is that they would let me into their life, and for weeks on end they would treat me like a friend, then they would drop off the map.
Now I am not the clingy type, but I have this hang up about being there, then disappearing. If you are going to drop off the map, tell me you need to lay low. Just refusing to reply makes me realize it was all bull.
Now I realize it's supposed to be all pretend, but there is no need to start seeing me socially, tell me about your life, volunteer that you want to do things with me socially, then turn off completely. With this one, err... girl(?), I even sense something different the last time I see her. Rather than at least admit as much and trust me not to pry, she goes to great lengths to sit on my lap tell me that she loves my company. Juicy smoochy, bye-bye, and poof!
If we keep it cordial, and don't promise what we can't deliver, then that's cool. This however, is not fun.
Now I am not the clingy type, but I have this hang up about being there, then disappearing. If you are going to drop off the map, tell me you need to lay low. Just refusing to reply makes me realize it was all bull.
Now I realize it's supposed to be all pretend, but there is no need to start seeing me socially, tell me about your life, volunteer that you want to do things with me socially, then turn off completely. With this one, err... girl(?), I even sense something different the last time I see her. Rather than at least admit as much and trust me not to pry, she goes to great lengths to sit on my lap tell me that she loves my company. Juicy smoochy, bye-bye, and poof!
If we keep it cordial, and don't promise what we can't deliver, then that's cool. This however, is not fun.
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