I have noticed when that when we haven't text in a couple days, she initiates the contact. Always about our dogs, usually not a hello to see how I am doing.
JMO.
Answering every single text or answering right away isn't the way to go about it. Remember what you have noticed so far. Let her do some pursuing, besides you're busy living life right?
When you do respond, be upbeat and positive, try answering about the dogs and leave it at that. See if she asks you anything else.
No reply to anything today, that Dottie suggested.. I know Patience... Plus have other people influencing my thoughts.. Hope don't leave me now.. Or should I say "God I ask that you take this pain away so I may think clearly"..
Thanks guys- Going out to a cool bar tonight, in downtown Los Angeles with a lady friend of mine (just friends) to see a piano player.
We have a cat in our house. I'm new to the house, just three months or so as a resident here, and the cat has been here several years.
It's a cute little cat, but it's totally a cat. You know, very much a loner and not one to appreciate anyone approaching her - she wants to be the intitiator.
When I first met her, I really wanted to pick her up and pet her for a bit. You can imagine how well that went. As I recall, claws were involved...and it was a little painful.
I grew to realize that if the cat was out sitting somewhere when I walked by, I could get in a scratch or two if I approached her slowly and gently. And even at that, the petting/scratching was limited to a stroke or two, then it was time for me to move on.
But I kept at it all the same. I guess I decided that I was sure I could make that cat like me, or something like that.
With some time, the number of scratches or the amount of time spent petting her gradually increased. She even stopped pulling back from me when I would approach her.
Well, I suppose you get the picture.
I continued on this way. Slow and gentle. Never pushing the boundaries. Never pressing my luck with more than I knew she was willing to tolerate. I suppose I could have chosen to just give it up, but I found I still had the desire to make that cat like me.
So...skipping some...
That cat now seeks me out for a good scratching. It has even fallen asleep in my lap. And here lately she has taken to seeking out my hand as a plaything or scratch tool. Lots of scratches on the hand, but it's been kind of fun.
So...yeah...
I sometimes think THIS stuff...is kind of like that cat story.
Just food for thought...
Blessings,
Bill
"Don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon."