We go strong for two weeks and then everything comes to a slow stop.
Dear E. Jean: I've realized I have a two-week tendency with men over the past year. I'll meet someone the first weekend while I'm out, or I'll be introduced to someone through a friend. Over the next few days, we text, talk, and maybe go on a date. The second weekend we go out together, and everything comes to a slow stop. And I'm left again! No apologies, explanations, or answers. Am I cursed?—Dazed and Deleted
Dazed, My Dazzler: Cursed? You're experiencing the famous Kenny Chesney–Renée Zellweger time warp. Just as six months is now the new six years of marriage, two weeks is now the new six months of dating. And I'm guessing here—you're probably hotter than Miranda Lambert's "Kerosene"—but I suspect, what with all the "texting" and the "talking," not to mention the "dating," and no doubt the Facebooking, the "Foursquare-ing," and the God-help-us Twittering, by the time you reach the second week, you've given away too much and annihilated your mystery. The key is to be frisky and enticing without laying the entire contents of your brainpan on the guy.
How are your knees? Good. Get ready to genuflect. I'm about to mention the greatest book on flirting since Fanny Burney's Evelina. I spent an evening out in the Meatpacking District with the two authors, Debra Goldstein and Olivia Baniuszewicz, and I promise you, no guy will drop you if you follow the ideas in their book, Flirtexting: How to Text Your Way Into His Heart. Good luck! And remember: The goal of flirting is love. The essence of love is uncertainty.
This letter is from the E. Jean archive.
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