I've never liked to be the one to make the move or even show those signs. You know those girly quirky signs the 'books' recommend you should have great expertise on?
I must say I'm a strange one. I even amaze myself sometimes.
I don't act like I hate him, I'm pretty sure I do not. I simply think about a guy I relate with on a neutral basis and keep him (the neutral guy) in my head as a point of focus whenever he is around. So when Mr handsome says something, I don't try to read meanings to it. I simply ask my self "If it were Mr X saying this, how would I react to it?" I always remind myself to try to keep things in check. It works, it has always worked. Well, I wouldn't want to blame myself for throwing myself at him. He probably has a lot of girls ogling at him and vying for his attention. He is just too cute for his peace of mind. I can imagine him literally praying for some peace of mind and I would't want to add to his list of torments.
Or maybe it's just because I've always felt like when you throw yourself at a guy, abuse is inevitable.
"Let him want you", now that's my slogan.
If he doesn't want you, then it's not worth it. I mean even when a guy wants you so much and eventually has you, he still acts like he wasn't sure what he really wanted, how much more when you were the one that did all the scheming and subscribed to subterfuge? In my opinion, it's just better when you let him activate that part of him to want you so much so he can appreciate it when you finally give him the attention he wants.

Mr handsome, quite a kind! Fly, not too tall, not too muscular, not skinny and not flabby too, just the way I like him. Did I mention he is handsome? I'm sure I did already. I know I can say it a thousand times. With that perfect voice that distinguishes a very sexy male, one that can send you to dream land even on a hot, sunny and busy afternoon. Smooth, like butter wouldn't even melt in the mouth the voice came from. His laugh is like a perfect chord from a combination of musical instruments, or maybe it's just the way it thrills my ears. His smile is like a nice work of art, a really beautiful painting. His eyes, I'm certain I could get lost in them if I ever concentrate on them, so I don't. I usually do not meet Mr handsome's type everyday. I seldom catch a few glimpses of them on my TV screens or the pages of magazines but I know better than to get carried away by those polished images. Plus I always remind myself that it's never just about the looks.
How did I become so vain like this? I guess it takes the right features to bring out this part of me. What happened? Did something sting me so hard? 'Cause I'm so smitten.