The Pretty Polite but Single girl

Her phone rang and she scrambled for her phone only to look at the number and then neatly put the phone back into her bag. She wondered if she should have picked it up, but she shrugged off the thought and sighed feeling slightly pleased at the ringing phone, but knowing the person calling was not quite the one she would have liked to talk, at that hour, a little afraid she might send the wrong signals. She knew she would call him back later, the next day and ask how he was and why she could not answer the phone. She would then ask if he wanted to meet up on a weekend, the one she did not have any plans made for. And she knew she liked his company. She really did.

She was always so conscious and deliberate about drawing the boundaries. Men she thought were always prey to attraction. Just friends - was a thing they could never fully understand even though they always confessed they did. Their ego she thought, was this fragile piece of crystal that needed to be handled with extreme care and she was very careful about this with her dealings with men. After all, rejection for men was a ego crash, nothing else. She was pretty and guys liked her. And she always felt close to guys, than girls. Her girl friends, she needed them too but then then it was so easy with guys, no competition.

She knew she was pretty and intelligent and well yes maybe her body was little too fuller than she would have liked, but getting up early to workout and come home make a breakfast and scramble off to catch the bus to work in the heart of the bustling city showed her commitment after all to her self. Her desire to be desirable. But she wanted to think about it as she was doing it for herself and not for anyone else, it made her feel good about herself. Though she knew that a part about feeling good about herself was being told how good they felt about her.

So the pretty polite girl was always nice and honest with her guys. She made it a point to explain her point of view and tried to make them understand the intricacies between the relationship between a guy and a girl. Beauty comes at a price she thought.

But here she was, a pretty single girl, a little scared being alone out there in the unfriendly city. So she sat down and started typing this email to this guy she felt she was attracted to and had also conveyed this, but now filled with doubts about whether dating him was the right thing. But then she also liked his company, well she might even need someone to hang out with on one of those lonely weekends. So she started writing, taking care of his ego, trying to redefine the boundaries and also let him know that she needed him - as a friend.

The snow outside was piling up on her car parked below as she peered out of the window momentarily. A small kid was offering his jacket to a little girl with red cheeks freezing, as they walked on the frozen sidewalk below.

It felt really cold.