Mostly they are like the boys in second grade: chase you, kiss you, punch you in the face (in that order).
I was enjoying a chase, came close to getting kissed (but knew it was a bad idea) and the punch was mild and forgettable. Mostly because I'm not emotionally invested. The chase is fine and more than enough for me these days. I like flirting, finally. It's so much easier when you've decided that it's definitely not going to go anywhere. Oh but damn this one has the most beautiful eyes and smile. What a trap. And he's intelligent. But such an asshole. The failure-forgiving West Coaster in me often wonders, though; can you decide that someone is an asshole when you know that so much of that behavior stems from insecurity? Why be so forgiving of their defects? That only perpetuates a belief that they can go on being assholes because they have an excuse. We feel sorry for them...? I don't have time for that bullshit anymore.
