Date #2
Date #2 was supposed to be the dogpark on Saturday but considering it was supposed to be below freezing, I flip flopped dinner with a good friend (which would enable me to spend more time with him) and planned dinner and a band with my online guy. I was very excited (and still giddy) to be going out later that night and thought "is this what it's like to have someone to DO things with?". Little did I know that would be short-lived.
I picked him up because his wrist was hurting from his physical therapy session and considering he drives a stick (like me), I felt for him. We went for dinner at the same place the band was playing. The good thing: I am very comfortable with him. When he takes my hand in the parking lot, I enjoy it. A good thing.
Dinner was good, conversation was good. I saw my dear friend who I haven't seen in way too long. One of the highlights of my night. I missed her so. Time for the band. They were good - interesting and different. Of course, I was ready to go home before they even went on. I am just not a "go out" kind of person. Such a deadbeat I am. My date was perceptive enough to know something was off but he mistook it for me not having a good time with him. We left after one set and I guess I was a little quiet on the ride home. When I got to his house, he kissed me on the cheek and jumped out of the car. Confusion.
I asked him about it via text and he said it was because he thought I didn't enjoy myself. We "talked" about it and I assured him it wasn't anything at all having to do with him and I thought that was that. In the week that followed things seemed strained and one-sided. I finally told him that I was going to leave him alone and if he slowed down with work and wanted to go out and do something to give me a holler and I'd be happy to but that I felt it was one-sided. No harm, no foul and no hard feelings. I never heard from him again.
Whoopadeedoo. NEXT.
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