It’s after 10 in the evening and you've been glancing at your phone every 3 minutes awaiting a notification or vibration as an indication that he has finally responded to that text message you sent hours ago. You’ve become so anxious in effort to wait patiently for him to reach out to you. You’re always texting first, you’re always the one to reach out. You’re always the one in waiting as it would seem that he prefers to take his time and reply whenever it’s convenient for him.
11 rolls around and you’re still sitting there. You begin to create a text then after a brief moment of thought, you decide to delete the text. You don’t want to seem clingy, needy or over eager but lets be honest, you wonder what the fuck is he doing that is keeping him so busy that he’s not able to respond. It’s 12 in the morning and you receive a text from him. It’s short, one worded, non enthusiastic as always and once your phone vibrates to show that you have one incoming text. You’re excited a little but you’re also upset, feelings of neglect have already taken it’s toll on you and you’re simply uncertain, angry, curious but still, a bit glad that he decided to reach out.
He saw your text, he literally looked at your text earlier that day and simply decided not to respond. His friends are always bragging about the woman they keep waiting. They live by this code of making a woman wonder, forcing her to feel confused. They never really want women to know how much or how less they like them. It’s part of a game, a game they’ve learned to play really well. Give her enough to cause her to catch feelings, give her just enough of your time then pull away, leaving her to pine and sit anxiously awaiting a response. He literally looked at your text then decided in that moment how many hours he’d let pass before responding.
He waited because he knows you’ll wait around for him, no matter what or at least that’s what he thinks. See, you’re just not that important, you’re not a priority in his life and to top it all off. He texted you at that hour, the exact hour in which you’ve given up hope that you’d get a response because his girlfriend is finally asleep. Once she’s sleep, he’s free. He’s free to waste your time.
Morning arrives and the cycle continues because you don’t know but now you do and now it all makes sense. Being sent to voice mail when you call. He’s always unreachable, he’s rarely consistent and he never seems to get “ that text message “ or somehow doesn’t have a chance to text you at a reasonable hour. There’s no time for you because his time is invested elsewhere but at least you know now. At least you have the answer to your questions. Stop entertaining those who refuse to make an effort as far as you’re concerned…