so over it.

so over it.
so over the game.
so over trying to analyze and plot out in my head when to text men back.
what to say, when to say it.
so over it.

met a cool guy.
had a great night.
he went out of town.
said he would call.
judging by the night i thought he would call ...like man up to it and make a plan.
but nope, i got a text 11pm on a friday night from him.
Of course I didn't reply.
I wasn't born yesterday.
Men think with the wrong end.
All of them.
Even if they shmooze you and may think you are cool, or whatever...
with the world and all it's text messaging, communication has grown into non communication.
Interpersonal skills are becoming non exisistent.

So I thought to myself.
Here is a guy who I thought was cool.
I'll put him in his place and text him back Sunday saying I had a busy weekend, and seeing if he wants to hang.
BUT my plans for a Saturday night completely fell through.
And so there I sat and thought for a minute, if this is going to be more hook up oriented it's going to be on my terms.

And that's not what I want, but I do believe in having fun up front and seeing if it leads anywhere. So I gave in and hit him back on a Saturday night. "How are you? Want to grab a drink?"

How much more precise can I get?
a) Want to say hello and how are you
b) let's get to the point and grab a drink.

I'm over the game.
Over thinking it out.
Over trying to always be the bitch and never a little doormat.
I don't think there are clear rules these days.

It's sort of more like women need to lead that shit to a certain extent because men, in general are horrible at communicating.

So screw it.
I realize it probably wasn't the best time/place but if he is legit he will hit me back.

I just want to meet a great guy, where everything flows with grace and ease and nothing feels like I can't be myself or send a freaking text or play a lame ass game.

Whatever.
The End.

I'm totally a great catch, and at the end of the day, I think he thought that.

xo,
Carrie with a hint of Samantha only these days more Sam.