Recently, as cycles continue, an ex-boyfriend has moved to my area, we've been bumping into each other on the train or when we're out drinking. He also broke up with his most recent fling.
I have to admit to still having a crush on him, he has given me some very fond memories. He broke up with me, because he was new to the city and wanted to experience the wide world of New York men, then I fell into an odd little relationship. He came after me with much force and hotness. Yet because of my unfounded loyalty for a new relationship, I said I couldn't hook up with him.
It's true that men go after the unavailable. Now I sort of want him, I'm clueless how to go about it. I've text messaged him, he responded of sorts, I haven't called. A bit too shy actually. It's as if the gay gods are putting us in each others orbit - but just being shy about putting us together. I've been thinking a lot about his smile during these odd dates. I love the way his face lights up. Yes I'm being mushy, yet I'm sort of shy about picking up the phone and calling.
The one to two phone call rule applies to all dating scenarios. When we bump into each other we're always talking about hanging out. So yes I'm reluctant to call and I'm no good about being forceful. Hence the paradox of shyness.