Please enjoy this wonderful tale from our guest blogger “Matilda”


What you don’t know about mousetraps………..

It is not every day that one enters a conversation about mousetraps, however do not be fooled my friend for this is no ordinary mousetrap I speak of.  At first you may think I am talking about the rather unpleasant solution to city pests that can find their way into your apartment… and for some, Shiloh, this can bring about thoughts of fear and disgust after one such trap tarnished said persons really cute gold flats…

But you are in luck because THAT is not the kind of mousetrap I am talking about.

I am sure you are all familiar with the popular American past time played by young singles; the cat and mouse chase.  Well my mousetrap is the conclusion of this game.  There are many versions of “cat and mouse”.

Some of my personal favorites are:

1.    The guy who leads you on – In this version a guy who has absolutely no intention of entering a relationship with you will string you along giving you just enough attention to sustain the glimmer of hope a relationship could bloom but provides enough opposition that it ensures the chase is still alive and well.
2.    The overeager dater – Now I am not an expert on this version, seeing as how I tend to stick with #1 most of the time.  However, recently I have met a few #2’s, and these are the worst of all!  This is the guy that is WAY more into you than you are into him (i.e. Shiloh:Tom).  Simple strategy here ladies.  No chase.  Move on.
3.    The gay man – Another frequent offender.  This guy is a combination of #1 and #2.  He is really excited to spend time with you and gives you tons of attention; however through no fault of his own, he is leading you on with every move he makes.  Trickier to identify than the previous profile #3 reveals its hidden strategy:  DENIAL.  Many women will waste precious playtime with this man because he is being incorrectly filed into a different number.  Again I say move on!

Up until last summer this is pretty much the make up of every relationship/pseudo-relationship I have ever had.  But then something fantastic happened.  #4 walked into my life.

You guessed it ladies.  #4 is Mr. Right.  Now #4’s don’t really exist in their natural form, they all take on the persona of another number and are coaxed out through a mousetrap.  My #4 played his share of games.  You see he was a #1 originally.  However, after a year of chasing, this cat trapped her mouse.  After a three-month stint of excommunication, my spring was sprung and the trap was set.  My emails were suddenly being returned, dates were being planned, and the glorious music of early morning booty-call text messages was gracing my cell phone yet again.

Now this next part of the story is one that I am not so proud of.  This is the part about how I set my trap.  I should tell you that my mouse has relocated from one of our southern states.  Knowing that the Sox were playing his home team several weekends ago I went to stubhub.com and spent close to a week’s salary on a pair of tickets.  This was a risky choice because I was unsure that he would come, actually I was unsure I would even garner a response from him, but the appeal of Red Sox summer and a little white lie about receiving the tickets (free of charge) from my company was too enticing to pass up!  Game day turned out to be beautiful!  We met at Fenway and ventured out to find our seats.  When I say that they were obstructed I am being polite!  They should not even have seats where we sat they view was so bad.  However, this did lead us into an afternoon of conversation and re-kindle.  I pulled out all the stops however when we parted later that day I was overcome with a feeling of failure.  Although my feelings were still strong for mouse, I felt like he had taken the afternoon to tie up loose strings and get closure from our relationship.

Fearing the worst I told myself to move on.  I promptly joined match.com.  After a few days of being “winked” at by some of the most genetically unfortunate men I have ever seen in my life I was feeling really romantically frustrated.  Then it happened.  My shooting star.  I got a call from my mouse asking to go out for breakfast.

The rest is history friends.  I was engaged the following weekend.  Moral of the story:  Don’t lose hope.  Mice are everywhere.  You just have to set a trap to catch the right one.   And don’t fear if you trap some not-right ones.  Mice have a high tolerance to pain and they need a few pinches here and there to keep them in line.