Date Night

I watched Predator last night. Earlier in the week, I thought my Saturday night would entail a date with the guy I've been seeing for the past month. Instead, I lounged on the couch and waited for the intense special-ops team lead by Arnold Schwarzenegger to get taken out one-by-one, with only fearless Arnold in the end to save man-kind from further alien destruction. I love that movie! Simple plot, action, and a Hollywood ending. Why can't I expect the same from dating? Maybe men are from Mars or is that Pluto? A month ago I was certain this man was into me, we were laughing it up, having a good time, talking almost every day. And now, this week, today - I'm just not sure he's about me anymore. It's gone from meeting the friends, to him not being sure when we can get together again. Yes, he's busy working and has extra things to juggle. We're all busy. I'm a firm believer that you make time for the people (or things) you enjoy. And the calls and text messages have even dwindled down to here today, not tomorrow or maybe the next day. I'm not "that" woman that envisions the whole marriage thing on the first date and has picked out my China pattern by the second date. However, I am that woman that just goes with the flow, and trust my instinct. My instinct says - this guy is a good person, makes me laugh, and he's genuine. Now, I'm not getting that vibe. Why can't men articulate what they're feeling? If he's too busy, just not interested or has recently discovered he has scurvy - he should tell me. There's a scene in Predator when the only woman in the movie is trying to explain to all the men what might be tracking them: she says it's like the jungle came alive and killed the other men. One of the men quickly disrupts her and says that doesn't make any sense...he thinks it's two or three hoodlum bandits causing all the destruction. What doesn't make any sense is that a guy tells you he likes you and wants to know what you think about him and then - the jungle just comes alive and takes his brain away. I don't believe life is a Hollywood ending necessarily, but where's the simple plot, the action? When does I like you mean something different? Or should I automatically think, you not calling me back is the signal that you don't like me anymore? Yes, I need a clearer signal. I need direct answers when I ask direction questions. Or just yell "cut" - let's do that scene over.