I think I should start off by saying that when it comes to men, I am about as introverted and shy as they come. And knowing that my friends seem to find endless amounts of humor in my dating life, or lack thereof, and enjoy poking fun at my “dating disability” — like, ha ha — doesn’t really help my confidence in that area. So, when a guy that I had liked for WAY too long (we’re talking obsession here, people) actually seemed interested in me and asked me out to a movie, I had no idea what to do.

We ended up having a fairly good time, and the night even ended with a goodnight kiss — actually, it was a goodnight make-out session, but I thought I’d try to make it sound more romantic than the two of us groping frantically in the front seat of his car. Oh well — and then, much to my surprise, he ended up asking me out again the next couple of weekends. And the dates keep getting better.

So, “What’s the problem,” you ask? Well, now I’m getting the typical high-school behavior from him (well, at least it was typical behavior for ME to get from boys in high school). It’s the When-We’re-Around-Other-People-I-Don’t-Act-Like-Anything-Has-Changed-Between-Us treatment. He calls me frequently and is all, “I miss you so much. Can I take you out to dinner?” but then the next day it’s like we’re just friends again. It’s the sweet stuff that he says to me when we’re alone that is what’s keeping me from kicking him in the sack and dumping his ass — well, that and the whole Me-Being-Obsessed-With-Him thing — but am I just being played here? Used? What should I do?

Thanks,
Being Played?