So here's what I notice:
When I'm less interested in a guy I do the things I try to keep myself from doing too much, like asking if he is open to more kids. If I'm really into a guy, I hold that info closer to my chest.
I'm totally needy with Nate. I send him saucy e-mails and I'm kind of trying to get him to take just a little more control with me. He probably thinks I'm really into him. I really want to be into him.
With my dad, on the other hand, I play hard to get. I know that he likes me better if he doesn't see me all the time (although the not-talking-to-him-for-6-weeks is a little harder to get than I usually play). If I thought that Bobby and I had a chance, I'd play hard to get. (I still wish we did, but that is a brain versus heart sort of thing. Brain is smart. Heart doesn't work that way. But Nate and I will probably sleep together in January and then, hopefully, I will cut my little attraction to Bobby out of my heart for good. Something I can laugh at. I hope.)
It seems odd, but I suppose it is proof to how much I tend to trust my brain over my heart.
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