Flags. We see them in many colors...sometimes red, sometimes yellow, sometimes green. Much like the traffic signals they emulate, they symbolize whether or not we should stop, proceed with caution, or full-on go for it. Flags are seen in parallel with any number of interactions with people, places, or things. Flags have a thing for nouns it seems.
Where have I seen the most flags lately? Work, and girls I've been dating. Work's got red flags all over it, and has for some time...but I'm not writing about that today. I'm writing about dating, in particular, a single datee (yes, she's the "date-ee"). That makes me the dater. Unless, of course, your perspective is from her eyes...then you have to get Einstien's theories involved and that's sometimes just a buzz kill. Thankfully, the only eyes you have access to are mine...so we won't have to bother Albert.
After my nice night with RunnerGirl I decided to take stock in the flags I've been noticing and focus a little on them. RunnerGirl had a birthday the weekend after my previously linked visit. I bought her a book we discussed that evening, it was delivered early. Bought her flowers and had them delivered on her birthday. That day I also left her a voicemail, and believe it or not, I sang Happy Birthday to her (like a dork, of course). The point? Despite my yellow-to-red flag of distance, I've kept a very open mind and am making an effort...despite any hesitations I might have.
One of the other flags I've been noticing is somewhat in regards to effort. We don't know each other that well, have only been out a few times, and there's distance...but I can't help but feel I'm putting most of the effort in to initiate. So, as of last week, I stopped communicating in order to see if she'd take the lead. As I was sitting in front of the tube re-watching a movie to kill time, I thought to myself that it's unfortunate it's been about 5 days since we last communicated. Within 15 minutes, I got a text from her. Whenever we she does initiate, I'm sure to let her know I'm very glad she did (i.e. I said that I had just been thinking about her in my reply). We had a short but sweet textversation. Yet, I still feel a little empty. I guess I'd like her to initiate the next "we should get together" conversation...it's been two weeks since we last hung out. Of course, the next time should probably be down my way...which means I have to clean. Damn.
The reality is, I think she probably has the same hesitations I do and she's just being cautious. Certainly can't blame her, now can I? So...I'll continue to enjoy our time when we have it...and try not to have any expectations.
I've learned over the years to trust my flags...implicitly. When I choose not to trust them, I end up kicking myself later...usually pretty hard. My flags are my co-pilot, and while I don't always listen to my sidekick for each individual turn, the GPS is usually smart enough to re-route me back to the correct destination.
RunnerGirl, thankfully, has a long way before my GPS will kick in with it's annoying (yet oddly comforting), "turn missed, re-routing".