My flatmate came bounding into my room last week, threw her blackberry at me and my unconscious boyfriend and screamed "Help!" at the top of her lungs. She recently started seeing a boy- if seeing is what you can really call it, they're careful not to put a label on it- and apparently she had taken the relationship(?) as far as it could go and needed me to help her push it towards the let’s-go-out-for-coffee-direction. Naturally it wasn’t going to be a challenge as conversations were based through texting.
It wasn’t because English wasn’t her first language that she needed my help, it was because they were playing 'games' with each other. He had definitely been winning so far and she had decided she needed to get the power back.
Why do we do this to each other? Two people that genuinely like one another have to submit to this complex mating ritual that causes frustration and, in this case, desperation. Having said all this, out of the two of this I am definitely the professional game player and she left me to "not just get the ball in your court, but get his actual balls in your court" whilst my boyfriend tried to explain she needed to counter-act what was probably going through his mind whenever they text each other. Sex, if you were wondering.
The boy was dealt the perfect opportunity to quit the games and take her out for dinner but instead he decided to twist the conversation into a cheeky anecdote from his end. I'm not quite sure where it's gone from there but I do know that she is now very bored of a boy she once thought was cheeky in a charming way.
And a lesson to all men out there – Don’t bother, everyone knows it’s always going to be the woman that ends up with the power.
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