Just to clarify

Not that you asked. But I'm going to anyways.

Today I re-read my last post and it occurred to me that it kind of sounded like I was leading that guy on just for fun. That wasn't really the case—hence the need for clarification.

The truth is that this guy and I had some very unique and fun things in common. We had a lot of stuff to talk about—things that both of us rarely had an opportunity to share with anyone else. Nothing totally life-changing, but nevertheless exciting.

The problem is that I recognized this guy as a player from almost the moment I saw him. (Yes, call me judgy, but I'll elaborate more on this in a minute.) I really wanted to believe that he wasn't just looking for some action, but in my heart I knew he was. So I kept hanging out with him and flirting with him and letting him put his arm around me and even hold my hand—all in the hope that mayyyybe I would find myself in for a pleasant surprise.

But ultimately I couldn't let him kiss me because I really did know better.

And, of course, overhearing him with his buddy on the last night confirmed that I had been right. That's why I was so upset with both of us. And also why I was kind of proud of myself for ruining his plan. Hopefully this story makes more sense now.

To finish up the story, and perhaps to his credit, he actually did call me not too long after Duck Beach week. I, however, waited almost 2 weeks to return his call. It wasn't because I was playing it cool, but because I really fought with myself over whether or not I actually wanted to go there. By the time I decided I'd go ahead and call him back, he had apparently either thought I was playing it too cool or had found someone else. Possibly both. I left a message on his voicemail and haven't heard from him since.

Now for the part where I'm judgy.

There are certain guys—we all know a few—that are so good looking and confident that they are used to having CONSTANT female attention. You instantly see it in the way they carry themselves and interact with others—particularly the ladies. You can even see it in their walk. They are definitely not used to rejection.

Duck Beach Boy was one such boy. And I usually steer clear of such boys. Let them flock from girl to girl as they please. I will not be one of those girls.

Except when, dang it, he really is irresistible and we actually have a lot of stuff in common. Then I become like every other silly girl that can't resist that gorgeous smile, perfect bod, and smooth-talking charm. Looking from the outside, I know what this guy is about and yet when I'm caught in the moment I pretend that this one is different.

But I don't need a guy like DBB. I need a guy that can focus on one girl at a time.