The Thrill of the Chase
While conversing with one of my female friends yesterday, she shared a story with me about her recent experiences with a guy. They talked and exchanged text messages for a couple of weeks and she was actually starting to like him. With a date coming up the next day, she decided to send him a “good morning” text. Well, several hours passed with no response so then she started to worry. “Should I text him again? Maybe he didn’t get it? Maybe he’s busy? Are we still going on our date tomorrow? What’s going on that is so important that he can’t even return a simple text!” Long story short, he replies later on that day and the date goes great. As we reflected on the experience, I finally told her that chances are, he probably saw it and decided to ignore it. And guess what, it worked. Having been on both sides of this continuous battle, it got me thinking…
What exactly is it about “the thrill of the chase” that makes it, well, thrilling? Maybe the continuous guessing games? Not so much. Or how about the awkward moments of silence when a conversation arises about dating other people? I’ll have to go with no on that one too. Or maybe, just the feeling of being bamboozled when you find out they’ve been seeing someone else the entire time you’ve been fully invested? And no again. Unfortunately, we all hate it, yet for some reason, we do it all the time. We’ll want to call someone but feel like we’re falling too fast or showing too much emotion. It’s almost an innate reaction to put your guard up when receiving initial signs of affection from another person. We feel that hiding our true feelings is necessary to keep ourselves from getting hurt. Necessary to protect whatever pride that we may have remaining from our last attempt at “love”. I’ll admit; it takes a lot to go out on a limb these days and confess your inner most feelings to another person. I’m not suggesting that is the solution. But to continue to play these games at this age just seems silly.
I don’t ever remember witnessing an episode where Tom ever caught Jerry and that show ran for over 30 years. So unless we plan on continuously playing these cat and mouse games, and chasing a significant other for that long, I suggest that we push our pride aside and open up. What’s the worse that can happen?