I’m an avoider. I avoid conflict. I avoid confrontations. I avoid, avoid, avoid. It’s my cardinal rule. Can’t hit a moving target, right?
Right now, I’m avoiding one guy’s calls, and I’m avoiding meeting this other guy a friend wants to fix me up with.
“I just don’t want to meet anyone new right now,” I told my friend.
“You don’t want to go out with a funny, successful, good looking guy and have fun?” she asked.
“Yeah, no to all that. I’m happy right now. Can’t you just let me be happy?”
“But you’d be happier with this guy.”
“Doubtful. I’m still dodging the last guy you fixed me up with,” I said. “Did he ever get himself taken off the stripper’s mortgage?”
“I think so,” she said, not looking very certain, “This new guy’s getting ready to open up a second restaurant, Paige. He’s got his act together.”
“Look, I appreciate the offer, but I’m just not interested. I’ve got a full rotation right now. Not looking to bring anyone else in the mix.”
End of discussion, right? Who wants to bet me the next time I meet her for lunch, Mr. Restaurant Owner is going to magically appear? Any takers?
So, now, I’m dodging her calls, too. She means well, but she’s persistent.
Avoidance. It’s works best with partnered with my other crutch – Denial.