Confession #2: When I Get to Saying

I am just about at the point of saying something.  When I get there, either watch out or pay attention.  Here’s what I’m thinking I will say: If you want to make an impression, be impressive.  If you want to get my attention, do something.  If you can’t decide what to do, tell me.  If you have something to say, say it.  Even if you don’t know exactly what to say, say that.  Tell me you’re trying to figure it out; it’s a start and starts always lead somewhere.

Why do I suddenly feel like a both 15-year-old girl and a 50-year-old woman at the same time?

You can e-mail, you can call, you can text, you can twitter, you can message, but what are you going to say?  What are you going to talk about?  Are you going to send me a deluge of facts about yourself?  Are you going to write me three sentences saying, “Hey, I’m contacting you.”?  Really?  That’s it?  Well, enough.  Give me some guts.  Give me some substance.

If you want to be pursued, be pursuant.

Here’s a bit of something about me.  When I’m happy to see you, I smile.  When you say something funny, I laugh.  When you write me, I write you back.  I am terrible at hiding my tell and I don’t really care.  I feel so much better being pleasant than coy, but would “I dare you” be a better option?

I have recently taken some of my own advice to be more communicative.  I have both dared and given clarity.  The results have yet to be fully analyzed.