Hyper Puppy

I think I’m going to create a new style of dating, and become a dating guru. Possibly start a cult. (Yes, I dream big) The title of my new dating philosophy is going to be: Hyper Puppy. Here’s the theory behind “Hyper Puppy.” You know how puppies are super adorable and you’re really stoked to play with them a lot at first? And they love all the attention and keep wanting more. Even if the puppy is tired, it will keep playing as long as you will. That cute little puppy is down for all of the belly rubs, and games of tug-of-war that you will give it. And then eventually you realize that you have other things to do, or that you need some time away from the puppy. It’s not that you don’t love the puppy. It’s just that there are some other things to do. And maybe the puppy still wants to play, but you have to ignore it just to make it realize that now is your time and not puppy time. And the puppy will feel sad and maybe go lick its paws in the corner or curl up in a little ball and sleep. And the puppy will probably make cute little puppy whimpering sounds in its sleep, which make you die a little inside from cuteness overload. But still, it is not puppy time. And the puppy needs to realize that it’s not the Alpha in this relationship, you are. But then when you’re ready for more puppy time, you barely have to whistle, and the puppy will come running to you with its tail wagging, already having forgot that it was sad in the first place, because it’s time for more tummy rubs and tug-of-war! YAY! Well, that’s my new theory on dating. Only, I’m not the “you” in the situation. I’m the puppy. I’m the one who wants all the attention I can get and then slightly pouts when it’s not my time. But then when it is my time, I’m stoked and come running (not literally, mind you. I’m not a very good runner.) Maybe this is a slight exaggeration, but it’s kind of true. The beginning of the relationship is like this. The guy gets to play Alpha male, cause we girls are supposed to sit back and wait for him to decide when to call, when to hang out, when to anything. We let him make the plans. We let him make the initiative. (Or are supposed to anyway) We are like the puppy who is just supposed to be excited when we get attention. And boy are we! Cause if he’s playing with me, then he’s not playing with any other puppies! And you know puppies love being the only puppy in a person’s life. I think after the beginning of the relationship, it transforms into an older dog type thing. Where the owner still wants to play and give belly rubs. But, now the puppy is a little older, a little more mature, and knows that it’s ok to keep napping, cause the owner will eventually want to play again some other time. And now a nap sounds way more delicious than a belly rub. Maybe the dog will wander over to the owner to see if it is belly rub time. Or maybe the dog will just sleep next to the owner, while the owner is busy reading the paper or eating breakfast. The dog doesn’t need the games to enjoy the company of the owner. It’s more of a companionship on both parts. That’s the part of the relationship I like the most. Where I don’t need to constantly hang out, cause I can do my own thing and know the guy will still be there. Or, I can do my own thing around him and not worry about having to make small talk. “Please don’t talk to me while Family Guy is on. Thanks.” It’s more about being around the person than being with the person. I think I’m pretty good at being Hyper Puppy though. Maybe too good. Cause, when the guy does decide to show me attention, I forget that I was annoyed that I wasn’t getting it previously. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean that he can ignore me for a week and I’ll still come running to him with open arms. I mean more like last night: the Marine and I were going to hang out. He was going to grab dinner with his buddy and said he’d call me after to come over. That was at 7. He finally called me at 8:45. Now, while I was annoyed at having to wait so long, I went all hyper puppy and was just stoked to hang out. I figured I had two options: play games and say no even though I was already dressed and ready, and then regret doing that since he’s leaving soon; or two, go hang out and have fun with him and realize that he only has a little time here left to fit in time with all of his friends, and he gives me a very large chunk of time as is. So, I was a good little Hyper Puppy and ended up having a really fun night with the Marine. I guess I just need to remember that he’s the Alpha (for now) and enjoy my little puppy naps and puppy time to myself and let him tell me when it’s time to play.

Sidenote: last night he did tell me that he's not seeing anyone else. That's always fun to hear. Of course, the lawyer in me (or is it the girl in me?) immediately started analyzing that statement. Well, is it cause he hasn't met anyone else and he's only seeing me by default? Is it because some other girl rejected him and I'm the only one around? Is it because he doesn't want to be seeing anyone else? I decided to calm my inner irrationality by thinking that he's telling me this so that I calm down and don't think he's out with other girls whenever he's not with me. I say that now when I'm in a calm and rational state of being. Get back to me tonight at 8pm if I haven't heard from him and see what kind of stories I'm cooking up in my brain.