Hard to Get

Yesterday’s corner time: 2 Minutes.

Breaking news - Emily has lifted her restraining order. Hoorah!

Apparently, she was playing hard to get. Playing hard to get? I thought girls were complex enough without this new added dimension of intricacy.

So, if I understand it correctly, it goes something like this:

You like them.
They like you.
You make an advance.
They reject you.
You make a slightly stronger advance.
They reject you slightly more strongly.
You jump on them and smother them with kisses.
They issue a restraining order.
You break the restraining order and are arrested.
They visit you in prison and tell you how much they regret what has happened.
You dig a tunnel, escape from prison, go on the run and turn up on their doorstep.
They call the police and turn you in.
You rot in jail.

I don’t understand - it doesn’t make sense. Why on earth would girls behave in such a manner if they like you? I haven’t experienced anything like this before.

If I’m offered a sandwich and I’m hungry, I don’t ignore it, pretending that there are plenty of other sandwiches that interest me more. No, I grab the sandwich with both hands and devour it on the spot. Naturally, once I’ve eaten that sandwich, I may then decide to partake of another one but that’s beside the point.

I’m not quite sure what this has to do with girls, but all this talk of sandwiches is making me pretty peckish.

Anyway, I’ve reached the conclusion that girls are crazy. Dad says that’s half the fun but what’s the other half?

Matthew.

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