I love you --- Now go away

I've noticed a trend in single women who are around my age. It's a phenomenon I like to call "love me -- but don't." In this phenomenon, a beautiful, funny, engaging, intelligent woman meets a guy at a social gathering (bar, club, party, etc.). Perhaps due to a misalignment of the planets, large quantities of alcohol, low barometric pressure or a combination of these factors, they end up getting all makey-outey. It happens, it's fun, it's not a big deal.

All sounds good so far -- however, for whatever reason, things go awry. It should be an event that was enjoyable to all, but without any serious implications. I mean, really, what are the chances of a person meeting their soul-mate at the bar? I'm sure it happens. I would venture to guess, that in a room full of people, on any given night at the bar, the only thing you are going to have in common with a guy you pick up is that you both like to drink. Hmmmm, great relationship-making material. That being said, you may find you have other things in common. That's cool, too. But, just because a wonderful, amazing woman picks a guy up at the bar -- IT DOES NOT MEAN SHE WANTS TO DATE HIM!!! Getting makey-outey one night doesn't translate into: "Please, please call and text me repeatedly." It does not mean that the two are destined to be together based on swapping spit and inane conversation over a hefeweizen (or ten).

Here's the bigger hang-up. It's really tough for ladies to give them the boot when they do get all puppy-dog-eyed and want to have dinner (and babies) with you. Do you do the "fade away"? Don't answer calls and texts in hopes they will get the hint. Or, when you do respond you're always "busy" or have "other plans." Those "plans" consist of doing whatever possible to avoid this guy. How about being straightforward? "I had a great time making out with you, but you aren't the type of guy I want to date." I wonder how well that goes over... It's not because they are bad guys. They just may not be right for that woman at this time in her life (or in broad daylight and sober...). They might not have a lot in common after all. Remember those hefeweizens? Commonality stopped there. It's so hard for the gals because, despite what anyone will tell you, every woman wants to be liked. We all crave that attention. We want someone to tell us we're pretty or fun to hang out with. We want someone to sweat us. I know, it's sick. So how do my beautiful, wonderful friends work this? We want to do what we want, date who we choose, get makey-outey with who we choose. We want to have relationships with who we choose. We want to be able to have an interaction with a person and end it if we choose. And we don't want to feel guilty about it. Therein lies the rub.

How does a woman communicate "I had so much fun last night, but I only wanted to make out with you because, especially after 27 beers, it sure feels good to have a boy like me and want to pay attention to me. The bottom line is, I don't want to date you. Please, don't call me. Please, don't text me. Please, let me enjoy my the memory of making out with you, (insert boy's name), and leave it at that. I don't want to feel guilty because I don't want to hang out with you anymore. Don't make this hard for either of us. Just go away now. Thank you." I'm sure many women would feel so much better if it worked out this way. If..... we didn't have that little nagging voice in our head saying, "Everyone has to like me." & "You already made out with him, so you basically lead him on." & "(Gasp) You might hurt someone's feelings!" What the hell is that all about? It's those messages that we receive from others, and continue to give to ourselves, that put us in the position of sacrificing what we want and being able to have genuine loving relationships with others, and ourselves.

Ladies, I don't have any answers. But I do hope that we can tell the voice in our head to shut-up. I hope one day we will all know that everyone does not have to like you. I also hope we will come to realize that ONLY you have to like you... Maybe, if we like ourselves more, we won't need to turn to the semi-good-looking-slightly-intelligent-basically-not-our-type guy sitting across from us at the table littered with one-too-many empty bottles and crave his approval and validation. But until then, thank goodness for caller ID.