2. Waiting for a response after you’ve sent someone an “I’m into you” text.
Urgh, it’s such a lame move, can’t you just say it to their face? Of course not, you can never say that stuff to their face, it’s too much, too direct. They’ll run a mile.
Sending that text is a fucking nauz, composing it takes ages. I always try to make it sound chill, pass it of as a relaxed offer of my company and time or whatever, but I know what it means and so do they. Sending it is pretty much crunch time, they’re going to know all those fucking things I said was just cos I fancy them.
The feeling you experience is one of nervous fear, you’re exposing yourself to the elements, throwing in the towel on the whole ‘this is going to happen organically’ angle you might have previously thought of taking, and leaving it up to the gods to decide if you’ll spend the next 48 hours staring into space, hugging your pillow.
The first thing I do after sending said text is immediately regret sending it – fuck why can’t you cancel text messages? Then my stomach curls up and I remember why I avoid meeting girls who I actually like. I give it ten minutes, then I put my phone on silent and try and get on with work (an actual tip would be to not do it during a work day) but obviously can’t concentrate at all and keep checking the phone, then I turn it off, give it an hour, then I turn it on, keep it on silent and don’t look at it and lay it face down. Then I look at it and wait for all the texts to come through that came when it was turned off, then none of them are from her.
Then I just think, oh she’s ignoring me because I put my foot in it so badly and totally misjudged the situation. I hate myself.
This goes on for hours and then the reply actually comes it’s a whole other world of hell actually bracing myself to open the text too.
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