Haddaway
A Valentine’s Day present from me to you: a post that’s neither snarky about the inherent lameness of the holiday nor emo with respect to my (surprise, surprise) single status.
One of the (many difficult) balancing acts necessary for attracting that special someone is the correct level of effort being perceived towards reaching that goal. Too much, and you’ll look pathetically desperate; too little, and it’s nigh-impossible to get your foot in the door. However, the “not even trying” gambit has two different permutations: 1) I’m not even trying (but that’s because I’m “foo”); and 2) I’m not even trying (but that’s because I’m dating “bar”).
Now, I can’t tell the difference between the two versions of not trying. Females can, however; and I don’t have the slightest idea how they do so. Presumably, it’s a collection of various subtle, unconscious cues we give off our availability; but I truly cannot remember ever acting differently around people during the time when I did have a girlfriend (even though I *do* remember that the frequency of being hit on went up from “practically never” to “once in a great while”). It’s things like this that keep life interesting, in any case.
Lincoln said,
February 14, 2006 @ 11:36 pm
Sexual tension, my good roomate. They sense it, we don’t. Why do you think girls are typically so initially attracted to gay men?