Sweet talk.

I used to find my conversations with the Wannabe Intellectual Whore entertaining. Not particularly engaging, but amusing enough when I just needed some company, albeit online. No obligations. No pressure. No worries. There was a lightness and openness to our talk. The simplicity of a platonic friendship. Uncomplicated. But never long enough. When an initial attraction starts to develop into an unrequited romantic interest, everything changes.

I do not find our conversations entertaining anymore. In fact, they have become a drag. How much of the increasingly bimbotic sweet talk and compliments can a girl take, especially when she's not interested in anything more? And having to think twice about each comment - the flirty ones might "lead him on" while the usual tongue-in-cheek jibes might "hurt his feelings" - has removed all the spontaneity and fun. And so, what is there left to talk about? Nothing.

It's almost as if he's lost his wit in the sugar rush. Or maybe he never had much to begin with - hence, the Wannabe tag.

Don't you sometimes wish supposed platonic relationships between men and women came with firewall settings?


Why not?

My sister came to me, her usual giggling self whenever she relates her online encounters and F2F meetings. She asked if I would mind if she asked him out. Him - not the abovementioned - who I had gone out with twice, and still talk to occasionally. She knows.

I: "Sure, why not."

Indeed, why not?