A lot of women will tell you that they won’t pursue a guy—that they prefer to be pursued instead. (Or, they won’t admit it but absolutely think it.) But there’s a caveat: it’s pursuit up to a point.
When my single-and-looking-to-mingle friends or acquaintances talk (with an amused “poor guy, it’ll never happen” look on their faces) about the guy who is pursuing them too hard, I tend to stop them right there and talk a little bit about why jumping to conclusions about the poor guy may not be the most prudent approach. Maybe the conclusions will be right, but what happens if you turn out to be dead wrong about someone?
These friends or acquaintances say, “Pfft,” to me and insist I can’t know what I’m talking about since I wasn’t a serial dater and I’m now married. But, I’m not giving dating advice here or to them or to anyone. I just point out that judging someone by what you’ve heard about them or one chance encounter may not be the best evidence on which to sever ties. I may not have been a serial dater, but that wasn’t for lack of trying on my part or trying on the part of others. I was just aloof and didn’t have time for nonsense, so there you go. Not much dating. Until Brandon.
Brandon and I did not meet in a traditional way, i.e. one of us introduced ourselves and we had a conversation over coffee or a meal, then 3-4 dates, with flirting over email/IM, then a long, protracted must-impress-him courting period…no. Didn’t happen.
Here’s how it went: Brandon stalked me around for quite some time until he worked up the nerve to introduce himself. I found out from friends that some “guy” had a significantly debilitating crush on me (I may be paraphrasing) and was following me around. A lot. Of course, I being oblivious and not into games and such said, “He’s cute, but I doubt it.” I shouldn’t have. Short of hiding behind trash cans and watching me walk to my car (which actually may have happened), Brandon saw me and went full steam ahead until we finally met face-to-face. He was pushy. He was persistent. He was stalkery. These are all things that most girls see and run. Even I had run, before, when different guys pulled the same tactics. But I thought he was handsome (still do, natch) and so, why not?
Turns out, that wasn’t the only dating “faux pas” we/I made. I kissed him first instead of the other way around (heavens to betsy!). We decided to be an exclusive couple within 72 hours of first meeting and we can’t really remember what day that was, so we randomly chose a day to be our anniversary because all the days had blurred together. We never had a first date. In fact, we didn’t go out on a proper date until after we’d been together for about 2 weeks.
That’s why I kind of chuckle (giggle? chortle?) when friends say they are worried about coming on too strong or complaining that some guy won’t leave them alone. It’s not necessarily a bad thing. Heck, I met the best guy in the world because he followed me around and had spies out to get information on me. Wait for him to make the first move? Whatever. I can’t be bothered with those arbitrary guidelines. Kiss away. And, just so happens I got a pretty lucky ending out of that kiss.