Motives...I have decided that that single word waxes my mind continuously. It even bruises. Why do the female species become consumed in over analyzing situations? The pain experienced by most females comes from not knowing whether a man is interested or what exactly his motives are.
I met a man during the 2010 Soccer World Cup. I was on the return flight from Jo Burg; after doing some work in the concrete capital. I had my lap top opened on a Mug and Bean coffee counter and my my mind absorbed in the sour sensation of my almost finished lemon meringue.
I saw the shadow of a man moving in my direction to come share the wire less internet. He sat. Then he said in an accent which was of a dutch origin; "Excuse me, how do you get onto the internet?"
I turned to face him and immediately time froze. Dark hair. Green eyes that were piercing into the deepest corner of my soul. And his smile... Oh my. I was in a completely different world.
I have no idea where the internet topic went but we were lost in conversation about sport, the current low in the stock market, politics and how i, in his opinion, am the most beautiful girl in the world... Sigh...
"This is the last boarding call for flight 408 to Durban..."
My heart just sank.
"I have to go" I said...
There was a long deep pause. I could literally feel my heart in my throat. My eyes even started misting up as my Hollander softened his stare...
"I will pay for your meringue"
Those were the most precious words to ever leave a human beings mouth.
Thing is, I was hot for this man. The breeze of how unlikely us ever seeing each other again snaked chills all over me. His motives... I will never know.
But men, unless you like a woman:
- Never hold her gaze. Break eye contact as often as possible because it highlights how uninterested you are
- Never hold on to her for longer than necessary
- Avoid replying to her texts immediately
- Do not say "love you" or "miss you" without thinking that she may take it to heart
- Treat her the same as a guy mate
Women read into everything so be as to-the-point as possible.
My Hollander was an example of a genuine whoo. If that is possible:) I will inform you how how to let a lady know you care... But that is a story for another day.
Until then, be a good chicken and remember to look before you cross the road...
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