This man I dated for two weeks is sensitive, spiritual, talks with trees, appreciates astrology -- basically, my ideal match. But, I think I messed up, repeating bad patterns: I kissed him first and had sex too soon. He called twice at 9:30 p.m., wanting me to come over and see a movie, but we ended up naked again. I asked him out twice -- but only because he often waits till the last minute to decide anything. (I don't know why one has to play a game of letting the man call.) I also asked if it was safe to open my heart to him. He said, "Why don't you ask your heart that?" That was the last I saw of him. I called him, and he said he didn't "feel a romantic thing," and that I'd shared my feelings too fast. Help!! We had a past life together where I was the man and he was the woman, which he himself mentioned, yet now he's not even sure we can be friends.
No. You didn't. Two weeks in, you didn't really ask a guy, "Is it safe to open my heart to you?" Answer: "Only if you open your front door at the exact same time so I can get the hell out of here."
Forget the old "anything worth having is worth waiting for." You're a woman in a hurry. Anything worth having is worth cornering like a trapped animal. Unfortunately, guythink doesn't work on that timetable. Yeah, he might be sensitive, spiritual, and chatty with trees, but he's still a guy. The usual rules are in effect. For best results, you don't kiss a guy first, you don't initiate dates, and you don't chirp "I'll be right over!" when he calls at 9:30 for a movie date at 9:35. What's playing? Surprise, surprise, cable's on the fritz, but he's got a cell phone camera, and he could shoot you two doing it.
There's much sneering about game playing as a form of deception, but it's more of a social intelligence test -- a way of signaling people that you're worth having or hiring. In a job interview, it probably means showing up in a dress and heels instead of your bra and underwear and clown shoes. In dating, "playing a game of letting the man call" is how you avoid playing the game of begging him to call after he loses interest. You know this, but you diss game playing to give yourself a pass to do what you know doesn't work, but works for you in the moment: throwing yourself at a guy and hoping against hope you'll stick. ("Hmmm, maybe if I rub my naked body with Super Glue?")
This hoohah about who you supposedly were to him in a past life only helps distract you from how you keep coming back in this one: as a bug under a man's shoe. Do the work to fill the empty places in yourself so you won't continue these desperate attempts to plug them with a boyfriend. Only when you're okay alone are you fit to start looking for company. At that point, "playing the game" will come naturally. You won't have guys calling at the last minute because you'll seem like a girl who'd be busy -- too busy having self-respect to make like Domino's and have yourself delivered. Forget whether a guy's into astrology; it's whether you have dignity that determines your fate with him -- not the fact that you were both born when Capricorn was in 7-Eleven.