The_Face_of_Boo wrote:
This is a confession of a psychological mess in depth.
When it comes to romantic interest: I find that to be the "chasee", is by far more powerful than to be the "chaser". The "chasee" always have the upper hand. No wonder why a lot of women encourage the "a guy must ask out girl" tradition because it is a beautiful power/privilege that they don't want to give it up. I wouldn't if culture gave me this privilege.
Sadly, personally, most of those who chase/ed often weren't/aren't attractive to me.
But I admit that is a strong ego boost every time it happens, even if I don't like the girl back.
And I admit that when a girl chases me, I feel so powerful, I feel that I have the total upper hand over them: I can be indifferent to them, I can ignore some of their messages and they would still be trying to do another attempt just to make sure, ringing to my phone, and yet I don't feel obligated to reciprocate for every gesture, hell I can even show them obvious signs of non-interest and they would still try hard to get my attention - for example a girl initiates full-blown texting with me, and I reply with one word or ignore her (yet it would mark as Read) and she would still give me the benefit of doubt "I am sorry, if you are busy I won't disturb you right now" :
Devilishly satisfying!.... well at least for some moments till I feel too guilty and admit non-interest.
On the other hand, in cases where I am the "chaser"; I often end up feeling extremely weak, totally at her mercy - anticipating her to initiate texting to me (yet it never happens) , anticipating that she will reply to my text/message; and if ignored I feel crashed, my ego gets stumbled.....etc
It is so devilishly nice to be the chasee.
but so humiliatingly ugly to be the chaser.
And so far I haven't experienced an exception in either of those two positions.
So, what about you? do you like to be the chasee or the chaser?
I prefer to be the chaser. It can be hard but I like the challenge (the challenge being overcoming my shyness lmao).
It is easier to be the chasee though.
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