Dear Jerks,

I don’t know if it’s me getting older, or more confident, or both–but I just don’t have time for your bullshit anymore. I’m not interested in chasing after you. I’m not going to spend an afternoon wondering why you haven’t called, or when you will call again, or what I did wrong. Because I didn’t do anything wrong.

I’m not interested alot of wait-and-see.  I don’t want to worry that by appearing interested, I’ll lose someone’s interest in me.  Doesn’t that seem backwards?  There’s no room in my life for these riddles, I’ve had enough of them.  Maybe you’re not looking for someone who is going to be that messy.  Maybe you’d like to meet someone who makes the right moves, makes herself unavailable, inaccessible.  Someone who manipulates you, keeps you guessing.  Someone who keeps her vulnerable, real parts tucked away.

If that’s the case, I wish you the best of luck.  But I’m not willing to spend another day of my life wondering if and when you’ll decide what you want from me.  You have the power to withhold things from me, to try to make me feel as if I have no choice but to wait. That I am powerless.  But the truth is that I have just as much power as you do…yes, you can decide when and where you’ll be available.  You can decide to be dishonest with me, or lead me on.  But I can decide that anyone who would employ these fucked-up dating torture-devices isn’t worth my time.

So thanks, it’s been real (kinda), but I’ve got someplace to be.