Thank God it’s over. Spain won the FIFA World Cup? I guess so. I stopped watching when the United States was defeated. Oh, I admit to my own brand of jingoism when it comes to worldwide sporting events. I’ll often follow a sport I enjoy (like gymnastics) to the gold medal bout of the Olympics, but you won’t catch me catching fever for the Tour de France and noting who’s yellow just because everyone else does. I’m not prone to picking up those particular bugs.
So how does this apply to date-coaching? Only that I’ve been watching and listening to otherwise non-sportsfans suddenly acting all breathless or silly or interested about soccer. I’ve seen them turn their heads in bars and restaurants and “cheer” when a goal is scored. The thing is, it’s always a little too little, too late. What, do they think no one notices? Do they think they’re even beginning to come off as genuine? This same thing happens during American football season to women when they put on a jersey and a pair of Converse hi-tops and suddenly it’s Halloween, only it isn’t. There’s a fine line between taking an interest and acting interested.
I propose to anyone who may recognize themselves above and hasn’t huffed off the page: A man who can read through your manipulations will not want you. You do not want a man who isn’t smart enough to read through manipulations. Perhaps it is time to stop with the manipulating and just be yourself. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like all the same things. So what if it seems like the entire world is watching soccer or some other sport. Do you really want to pretend? I didn’t think so.
©Michelle Scofield, May 22, 2010 All Rights Reserved
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