Tall Pilot Guy just wants to be mates with me.
We finally went to see ‘Avatar’ last night (looks beautiful but it should have been at least 1/2 hour shorter and the moral message was laid on with a shovel), and we chatted easily and laughed frequently, but there was absolutely no hint from him of any romantic (or even sexual) interest in me. Confirmed later by a ‘just mates’ text.
Yup. Mates. And I’m not even surprised. I mean, I make an excellent ‘mate’; I can be a good listener, I can be funny, I can be sympathetic, I can be relied upon to tell you the truth/babysit/help move house/lend money, I’m not going to embarrass you by getting shit-faced at a family ‘do’ and I can hold a reasonably intelligent conversation without necessarily agreeing with you on everything.
All strongly desirable mate-traits, I’m sure you’ll agree.
But that’s as far as my strongly desirable traits appear to extend. All my female friends are wonderfully kind and flatteringly mystified as to why men I fancy don’t fancy me, but the fact remains; they don’t.
So – despite well-meant reassurances from one’s friends – once again the evidence proves that I’m simply the kind of girl that decent men just want to be mates with.
Should I endeavour to establish why? What is that I’m doing or being which says ‘just mates’ rather than ‘potential mate’?