When the “hard to get” go wrong
A personal encounter with an intern
There is this pretty intern who always engages me for at least 30 minutes at my workplace. It’s been the case for about a month. She’d come to my desk and bombard me with questions. She’s inquisitive and her line of questioning is framed around her quest to understand the modus operandi of the media.
“Where do you deprive your news?” “How do they get your number to invite you to press conferences”
I like her level of naiveness. She’s so innocent. A 19-year-old student of the University of Ghana studying Languages and majoring in French and Spanish. A week after approaching my desk religiously. I asked for her number. The intention was to limit her movement to my end since she sits at the far end of the newsroom. But I didn’t disclose it to her and when I asked for her number she told me bluntly she doesn’t give out her number to strangers. She added with a ‘squeezed’ face “Boys worry me”. When I tried to let her understand I don’t have time for what those boys do. She rebutted “That’s what they all say”.
Her comments came to me as insulting and at the same time rude to the highest level. But I maintained my cool. In the history of asking for ladies’ numbers, I don’t think any lady has done that to me before. If it has happened before, perhaps, I have forgotten. I get the number upon request. But in my whole life, the ladies I have asked for their contact in person is less than 10. Yes, they are those who almost all the time request my number, or we become friends on social media and I import them to WhatsApp or normal calls.
This lady kept coming but at a point I was busy and I rarely sat behind my desk. Our elevator has broken down so we use the stairs. Returning from my early morning supervision routine at the radio side I chanced on her but pretended I didn’t notice her. She hurriedly with smiles written on her face rushed to me. I smiled back.
She expressed how much she misses me and enquired why I don’t come to work. Of course, I’m always around so I was startled by her question. But she told me she doesn’t see me when she comes to my desk.
“So you never gave me your number?” I used the opportunity to remind her. Without caring about what she’ll say I walked passed her.
The next morning she came over smiling like someone who has found a GHS200 note on the floor. I wasn’t ready to tolerate her so I looked on my laptop while she kept talking.
Noticing my demeanor she tried to find out if she was being a nuisance. I faked a smile to make her feel comfortable and to my uttermost surprise she had come to follow up on my remarks the previous day.
She told me I should have asked for her number the subsequent days and that part of her intentions for approaching my desk always was to get me ask for her number again.
I shook my head in disbelief while thinking about the attitude of ladies and what we have come to term as playing “hard to get”
To a very large extent, some girls believe that if they take long in accepting a guy’s proposal, the guy will place more value on them because of the ‘struggle’ they made him go through. This attitude has been with these girls for as long as the beginning of time.
In reality, if you make a guy struggle before you finally say yes, he’ll feel entitled to you. Because in his mind, he ‘worked for you’, and so instead of treating you like his lover or the princess treatment you deserve, he’ll treat you like ‘a reward from his labour’.
The female intern decided to finally give me her number. I was drafting an article in Microsoft Word so I made her type it somewhere in the document. She was astonished and wondered how I was going to reach out to her since I had my phone right beside me to dial her number but decided to write it on my laptop.
Of a truth, I have the number now but I have no interest or whatsoever initiating a chat with her. I feel she does not deserve my time and I should not pamper her egoistic behaviour.
Have you had such similar experience? Share your thoughts.
To the ladies, why do you do that?
