What would you do if you met someone, talked to that person a few times, developed a surprisingly good rapport very quickly, but then wasn’t able to speak to that person for a few weeks because he or she was away? Would you lose interest?
No. Exception being is she ugly?
Uh, no. “Out of sight, out of mind” may come to play but once you are around the person again, that rapport should quickly reestablish itself. If not, it wasn’t really there to begin with.
That is most excellent to hear. Sweet.
CMC, get on this right away. I want a full report on my desk first thing in the morning.
And so, eight days later . . .
Suffice to say, it’s been a fucking disaster trying to make progress with this girl. I won’t call her again.
Sometimes these things go that way, CMC. Pick yourself back up and get on the hunt.
That’s exactly what happened to me, I spent 5 months on someone, and on Valentine’s day I sent her roses figuring, well she’ll either give them back or accept them. (I mean, her friend told her I was crazy about her, losing sleep, etc, so she definitely knew).
So she accepts them, and we go out, but for some stupid reason I did not mention the word “date” and I didn’t try anything, which I kick myself for now. Then suddenly her grandmother gets sick and I don’t see her for 3 weeks, when I do, suddenly everything is different, she is even acting different, and when I ask her out for real, she says she never knew the roses meant anything, or that I even liked her at all.
So… I keep thinking, if I pushed her to decide right away, would her answer have been different? Maybe, maybe not. Either way, I realized she was not worth it.
What a little liar, she could have just said “no”, this person was supposed to be my friend and at least have been honest. Too bad I was in love, well at least I have my anger. 
Argh!
Sorry to hear about that, dude. However, if you haven’t already, you should take the time to analyze your role in the failure to consummate a relationship. I used to put it all on the girl too when I got rejected. In hindsight, though, I can see several flaws in my strategy. I was and probably still am a fucking moron in my dealings with females. I have very little game.
You need to get in there and taste the honey as soon as possible. Trust me, every single time I waited or didn’t make the move, I regreted it. Boy, could I tell you some stories, but the ending was always the same- pants around my ankles, box of kleenex and my Dad’s vintage porn magazines. That’s no way for your mother to find you. Wait a sec, I didn’t mean to say that.