Once more, with fleeing
This girl I've known for six years is visiting me. We live on opposite sides of the country, and once a year, have weeklong "dates" (the polite word for it). I thought we had a no-strings-attached arrangement. Then, two days ago, she said, "I love you." Yikes. I just like her a lot, but felt bad saying that, so I lied and said "I love you" back. She's since said it three more times. So, I lied three more times. How do I get myself out of this? Pinocchio
Nothing makes the apartment walls close in like an unwanted declaration of love. You're just dying to turn around and see if maybe, possibly, the person who made it could've been talking to somebody else: "Please, God, let an intruder be standing behind me."
Even worse, an unwanted "I love you" is like a mouse infestation. Where there was one, pretty soon there are three, then six, then the extended family's scampering over and counting on you to set out cheese plates. The problem is, there's an expected response to "I love you," and it isn't silent terror.
Those Three Little Words come flying at you, and all you can do is bat them right back, maybe figuring you'll pick them up later and attach the part you left off: "Uh, what I meant was ... please don't cry ... it's just that I forgot the bit after "I love,' which was something along the lines of "having transcontinental sex with you.'"
You two did have an arrangement along these lines. So, what happened? Was she just overcome by a wellspring of affection, like that moment in elementary school when you pour the vinegar into the volcano?
Maybe this was the inevitable outcome of six years of Nude Fun Week, plus where she's at now in life, plus maybe a blast of oxytocin, "the cuddle chemical" that can make even a woman who swears she can compartmentalize go all nesty on you: "You know, I could really see us shopping for dish towels together." Oh, don't stop.
It's also possible that what she was overcome by was a desire to shove this to the next level. No better tool for that than the phrase that seals the deal. You say it back, a trap door opens, and you wake up hogtied in the hold of a steamer ship bound for a wedding in her parents' backyard.
"I love you" can also be an investigative tool: "Testing ... testing. Can I put framed photos of us on my desk? Move my couch into your living room? If I do a cannonball off the Golden Gate Bridge, will you dive in after me?"
Whoops! Your answers to these questions "No! No!" and "Enjoy your swim!" somehow came out "I love you." OK, mistakes happen. But when you let the first "I love you" scurry off into the relationship, that was the time to send out the guy with the truck and the net. Now, with multiple "I love you's" bouncing around, how do you unsay "I love you"?
The answer is, you don't. That's cruel and unnecessary. Instead, rejigger what those "I love you's" meant by giving her a sense of where you won't be going with her anywhere you haven't been going these past six years. In the future, pay attention to whether somebody's more invested than you'd like, and you might avoid L-bombs and uncomfortable exchanges like, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" You: "Not if you can help it."
Dead ends with benefits
I'm a woman, 39, seeing a 28-year-old man for over a year. We've spent countless hours talking on the phone, and at my home, engaging in all but actual intercourse. (We went out only once, to a restaurant.) I wanted more. He said he's not the committing kind only to tell me last week he's starting a new relationship, and can only be friends, but hopes I'll save myself for him! Then, after his date, he called me at 12:30 a.m. Should I give up? Play hard to get? Fraught
12:30 a.m., your phone rings: "Hi! Just went on a date! Wasn't with you! Just wanted to remind you to keep yourself pure, as someday and that day may never come I may call for you."
Hmm, what to do ... start answering the phone on the fourth ring instead of midway through the first? Or, as you'd probably put it, "play hard to get." I suggest becoming impossible to get until you meet a guy who can give you what you want. Of course, sticking around trying to want what this guy can give has its merits. You never know when he'll surprise you with a romantic dinner as in, it's 12:30 a.m., and your doorbell rings: "Guess whose date forgot her doggie bag in my car?!"
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