Some may believe that screening one’s calls is hiding and that we ought to be more assertive in our interactions, just let that guy know you aren’t interested in going on a hike with him, even though you gave him your number and he seemed handsome and nice enough when you met him on the street, but after the hour and a half phone call you’d had, it was clear he was a nice guy, but not the kind of guy that you feel you’d have much in common with, you’d want more heft.
Should I give him a chance, or just respond to that last text asking if I’m still interested in a hike with:
“No, not really.”
I’ve heard go with your gut and have read the articles about how we know within three minutes whether someone is partner material and that’s why speed dating might be a good way to weed through a big bunch fast, or show there just aren’t that many shining in all of the sands.
My father used to take us into the high Uinta hills to pan for gold, icy cold water over our sandaled feet, while the sun dappling through the trees burned our necks red--digging, swishing and sifting, screening for only the heavy and substantial, the gold nuggets that are worth keeping.
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