Because I do have a blog, where I can write pretty much anything I want, I am going to vent a bit about a pet peeve of mine.

I feel really annoyed when (some) men assume that if a woman sends them a friendly text message or email, this is a sign of sexual interest.

If that were true, then I would be lining up my sexual partners for the next five years because I have a LOT of male friends.

It is particularly aggravating when the recipient of said text or email proceeds to “react” (and, yes, this is reactive) as if the female sender of the message is romantically or sexually obsessed with him. Thus, he does any of the following (a) alerts other women in his life of the text or email, (b) fans the flames of jealousy in the other women, and then, classically, in one case (c) complains to me that the other woman or women in his life are now jealous and worried about my communication. Hmmm … go figure.

Folks, friendly texts and emails are called “communication.” I realize that the mind can become so warped by PUA theories and cockiness that a man could entirely lose his sanity and begin to see anything and everything as an indication of interest (IOI) or even an indication of obsession (IOO, I made that one up).

Not so. Once again, in the non-PUA world, we call this communication. We call this friendliness.

And finally, what is perhaps most aggravating is the man so full of himself that, even when told straight out and bluntly that the woman is just being friendly, nonetheless refuses to believe that, in fact, she is just being friendly and would like to be friends. Thus, no matter how many times he is told that said woman is not romantically or sexually interested in him, he continues to insist that she is.

At that point, I just give up. It’s then tempting for me to blow all of this way over the top and pretend in fact to be obsessed with him.

“Oh, John, I just can’t get enough of you. Will you please stick your hot hard boner into me now? Oh, please, John…”

Well, you get the idea. And, yes, this post was written with certain particular individuals in mind, one of whom is a famous PUA and another who just fancies himself to be. You know who you are. Get a grip … please.

I’m not infatuated with *anyone* right now. For all you logical minds out there, if you are reading this, that means I am *not* infatuated with you, no matter how much you are “assuming it’s on.”

(Not that I couldn’t be talked into getting turned on, but it’s certainly not going to happen with a man who can’t get over himself.)

Phew. I feel better now. Thank you, Blogger. :)