“courting” is such a good word. it conjures up such a drastically different image from “dating.” don’t date me. court me. spend all this time trying to get my attention with little acts of romance and friendship. wait so patiently for me, even though i’m known to be difficult to please and all you really want is to take me to bed. i’ll hardly pay you any mind at first, won’t even be bothered to spare a passing glance. but eventually i’ll come around, start responding to your advances with a little bit of teasing and taunting of my own, just enough to leave you wanting more. i do like the attention, after all, and you’ve been trying so hard—the least i can do is humor you. how long will it take before one of us finally gives in, i wonder? what will you do when you finally have me?
