Well, that didn’t go quite as planned. I kind of suck. A lot. He didn’t annoy me at all with text messages and weird emojis at all yesterday. Because he didn’t send any. And I was glad. They annoy me. A lot. I got to the bar that he chose (on his side of town, btw) before he did and grabbed a couple of seats and ordered a drink. In he walks. Dressed TOTALLY nice and cool. What? No schleppy active wear or shiny soccer pants? He actually put some effort in. Damn it, he cleans up well. He sat down and we started talking and he was totally normal. And not annoying. Until he ordered an uber girly drink. Well, not Frozen Strawberry Chi Chi girly, but something with heavy cream and cinnamon. Lovely that I drink more manly cocktails than he does.
So we’re talking and I’m running through things in my head and thinking maybe this isn’t so bad. We talk about his work, his travels, his likes, his dislikes, his day, his house, his ……. well, you get the idea. He then stops himself from yammering on about himself and asks me a few questions. I’m a listener by nature and as I know that, by and large, people like to talk about themselves
a lot, I’m okay with just listening. He pointed that out to me and told me that I am not like most women. Well no shit. I’m not. I’m a bit of a fucked up puzzle that I am fine with no one being able to figure out. Yet.
Anyway, I knew what I needed to do but for some reason didn’t. He then invited me to a party on Sunday being thrown by some friends of his. And I kind of want to go. Not sure why. We talked about where ‘he is’ as far as relationships go. That he has no idea what he wants. I told him as much and that he needs to date around and figure it out. Try on different women for size. Kick some tires. This was the perfect opportunity for me to tell him that I just wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t. I assumed (rather wrongly), that he was telling me that we could just see each other occasionally. The perfect way to fade into the sunset without actually needing to hurt his feelings. I should know better.
He walked me to my car and gave me a big hug. Oh, okay, maybe I wasn’t wrong. And then he kissed me. A weird, un passionate, tongueless kiss. He has a strange thing he does where there is the tongueless kiss and then he sighs and rubs his nose up against mine. I swear to god, it’s the least sexy thing ever. Perfect time to tell him, right? I didn’t. And am kicking myself today as the incessant text messages and overuse of emojis has started up again.
I’m totally telling him on Sunday……..No, really. WTF is wrong with me?