I met her through a friend, and we’ve been seeing each other for a little while. We’ve gone out a few times, enough that asking to see her again doesn’t feel like starting from scratch. Still, there’s one part of this that hasn’t changed: I’m always the one asking.
I’m also the one who sends the first message. If we’re going to have a conversation, I get it going. If we’re going to meet, I bring it up. She responds, and we’ve spent time together, but I don’t have much sense of what would happen if I left some space.
A few days ago, we had plans, and I couldn’t make it because I was busy. That complicates my little tally of who has done what. Whatever questions I have about her interest, I was the person who couldn’t show up this time.
I messaged her the following evening. She replied, but very late. Now I’m trying to decide whether to contact her again, with the unfortunate amount of attention a phone can command when you’re waiting for one particular person.
A late reply isn’t much to go on by itself. It’s the earlier pattern that makes it stand out. If she sometimes started things, I doubt I’d be giving this one response so much weight.
I want to see her again. I’d also like to feel that seeing me is something she’d arrange herself. With our last plans falling through on my side, I can’t quite tell whether another invitation would be a reasonable follow-up or another round of me doing all the asking.
So that’s where I’ve landed: her reply is there, I still want to go out with her, and I don’t know whether to ask again.
