Yes, texting me in the evening might indicate that you could be romantically interested in me. Making sly comments about liking my responses to what I have to do tomorrow (go to the gym, confirm voice lessons, etc) do not go unnoticed. No, I am not eschewing your attention. But see, here’s the thing.
As of April 2012, I have vowed to be married to myself and my work. The creation of art, the pursuing of artistic success, and bettering myself mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually are at the top of my list. I must love myself before I can love someone else, and you happen to fall into that “someone else” category. Yes, we have things in common. I also have things in common with Janelle Monaé, Joesph Gordon-Levitt, my neighbor Calvin, and dogs. What those things are, I cannot say with confidence, but I know there are similarities between us. Of course, they all might not find me attractive, and they are not texting me long after the sun goes down.
If you want to be friends, that’s fine; to be honest, I generally get along with men more easily than I do with women because I’m strange. But please – I feel like I must say it again – please do not try to use this whole “aw cool we’re friends” bit to try to get into my pants or become my boyfriend/sugar daddy/friend with benefits or whatever your overall goal might be at the end of the day. The results will be emotionally disastrous for you, and I will be thoroughly annoyed, because I am a woman of no nonsense, and I do not suffer fools well.
I am not burying myself in “things” until a “prince charming” comes along; no, I have goals that I am trying to reach, places that I want to go, and there is a person that I am trying to become (because we, as artists I feel, are always changing and reinventing ourselves to suit our tastes at the time) and you are getting in the way. You are not a pleasurable distraction; I am not jumping every time my phone buzzes. Usually, you’re interrupting creativity, to be honest. I do not need a “prince charming”, I am not a “damsel in distress”. I am constantly working, constantly going, and I will make no time for you.
Stay in the friend zone, it’s safer there.
- artistic management