the mimic

he met her through, oddly enough, a woman he used to sleep with. she was very quiet the very first time they met. so quiet that the both of them often forget their very first encounter. the second encounter, she was much more warm towards him. not in a 'expressing my attraction' type of way. it was more of a good friend, but the open gesture came out of nowhere. he figured that she must have had a good day prior to meeting up with him and all of their mutual friends. they all went to a restaurant in the union square area. it was a very good night, filled with pictures taken with dslr cameras and exquisite asian cuisine.

a good while after this, they went as a pair to get thai at a restaurant on smith street in brooklyn. she came from manhattan to meet him. in the rain. while walking in the wrong direction. he phoned her, got her location, tracked her down, and got them to the shelter of the restaurant, mainly because walking in heavy rainfall is very unpleasant to him. dinner was decent but it could have been a lot better. he took her home and thought nothing more of it. she began to show more interest while maintaining the hard to get stance. this was impressive, but the chase is a very sensual thing to a man, particularly this man. little did he know that this was the peak of her efforts for him.

he gave her a christmas gift of a box with a few items in it. he received a pair of gloves months later. he stopped by on new years eve because he knew he would not see her because they both had separate plans. she made him wait outside in late-december weather for thirty minutes because she did not believe that he was really at her building, although she could have looked outside her window to check. they dated for about six months. within six months, she had visited him three times in his home borough. he went to her house multiple times a week. the inconsistency bothered him and he spoke to her constantly about this growing issue. he felt like a pestering nuisance, but why break up with her when you can actually try to make it work. he spoke, he reiterated, he expressed his wishes, and he spoke some more. eventually, he gave up. they came to a mutual understanding that eventual friends would be a better route. she went back to the companionship of an ex-boyfriend who recently re-entered her life and she lived happily ever after, commuting to his brooklyn home several times a week.

they would hang out occasionally after that, but he saw that even with the heavy amount of potential she had, she was never built to actually realize any of it. he began to see her in a different light. someone that had either no or a ridiculously low respect lever for him. someone that only cares about what she wants. someone that has no interest in being her own woman, but only wants to be what others already are. a mimic. he gave her options to show that respect, or at least match his own respect for her. she never did and never will.