In Pursuit of Love: The Game Mr. Bond Plays

I find myself again at odds with my inner Eve and outer Lilith. Thankfully this cycle is coming to an end and surly I will not be experiencing this anymore, quiet soon.  My inner girl-like attraction for this particular man is waning off as my more logical and calculating self is beginning to resurface. Though this someone is holding my interest, his male equivalent of my “femme fatale” characteristic while is what I find intriguing, is at the same time at odds with me. Ideally, there would be a progression in some sort of a relationship between the two of us, social games aside. However, I find myself losing much of my patience due to these games of pursuit. Strangely, they are what intrigued me to begin with. His refinement in the art of love’s pursuit fascinates me and created an almost naïve hopeful, but I know better than to believe these feelings. They truly are a nuisance sometimes (and very refreshing, albeit.)

I think I am beginning a new phase now where I am on a lookout for a truly interesting specimen for my pursuit. Shame, this one doesn’t seem to have been taking roots due to both of our aloofness. Oh well, it’s definitely not the end of the world.   

Unfortunately not many men spike my interest. Most are too predictable, easy to read and lack any of the basic characteristic skills I seek. They often pursue me, and it is flattering, but I do not pay much mind to them as it would be a waste of everyone’s time.   My friend even began an inner circle joke about how graceful I have become at rejecting dates and advances without making the boys feel bad about themselves. Even after rejection they often seek my company. Sure, they try to catch my interest later, but it’s futile. Eventually the same pattern emerges. They chase me to no avail and then find someone of their caliber to take up their time. Once that has taken hold of them, they brag to me about it until their relationship fails and they resume their cycle. Those that do find happiness in their relationship often become a long term friend for me.

Speaking of boys, I have come to find out that my ex has once again started contacting my close friends over social media in attempt to re-establish a communication link to me. Funny, seeing as how an amicable break up was his idea right before he began bad mouthing me, creating drama behind my back, deleting me from all his friend lists, then acting bat-shit suicidal while trying to catch my attention.  I do not know how lucky or unlucky this is for me, but I have too much experience in this. Why do all of my exes go from normal, functioning individuals to suicidal crazies once a break up occurs? It doesn’t even matter what their character profile was before we started dating. It all leads down the same road, for them anyway. They beg for me to come back (even if they initiated the break up) and then threaten me with their suicide. While I do care much for human wellbeing, I have lost my interest and my ability to give a damn.  The best I can do at this point is forward them to a good psychiatrists and wish them the best.

My hunt for an interesting date continues.