So lately I've been hit with a lot of the same old. It's an age old tale: man walks into a bar, sees a cute girl that looks like she wants it, they talk for awhile, discover they actually have a lot in common (despite all the booze they've consumed), and they go home together. Only to discover there's something standing in their way (he lives in Madrid, for example). At least, this is what it, the situation, looks like from the girls point of view. Now I have no idea what men are thinking and that has become more and more evident to me over the years. I operate under two pretenses: that if we talk all night and he invites me to come visit him for a week, wherever that is, he's already established in his mind that he likes me, and the second is that if he didn't like me, he would call me or something or we would talk about it, and that would be it. We can be friends. Simple as that. Or is it?
Now, I don't wanna jump to conclusions about men. There are great men out there. I live with two of them. But ever since I got to the old country, I've been tossed around like a chef salad only to be ignored five seconds later. So the question stands, is it machismo or something else? What is going on over here? I date (have dated) a LOT of people in my day. Some were just for fun, others were more serious, but I have always tried to be honest with people. Not talking to someone doesn't erase all the unsaid things left between you. More on machismo later... I'm spent.
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