Saturday 31 December 2011
In 2011, I did not date
Seriously. For a whole year (that guy I'd dated just before New Year didn't count since we didn't make it into 2011). Sure I had crushes. Sure, I wanted to date. But date I did not. I was done with online and I wasn't meeting anyone the old-fashioned way. I had one crazy evening where I was almost on a date with three guys at once, but no, none of them were actually dates. Two were guys I'd already dated (chronicled here in previous posts no less) who seemed to be having a pissing match over me even though neither one had been interested in the end (the first or second times) and one was the ex of a friend, someone they'd had a long term relationship with, and that was, well, that was just no. So that was 2011. De nada. Dateless. I needed that break. Perhaps 2012 will be more fruitful.
Monday 3 January 2011
WTF happened?!?
Mid-Decemberish I met a guy. At a party. A friend of a friend. Who knew you could still do that? He was cute, he was funny, he dressed well...
So after the party he sent me a message through Facebook, and after a couple of exchanges, he asked me out. But of course it was Christmas and we were both busy with family and all that Christmas stuff. So we went to dinner on December 29th. It was great! We had fun, we had loads in common, we made each other laugh, he was courteous and chivalrous (a good Italian upbringing). After a four hour dinner date he drove me home. He unlocked my car door first and let me in, I reached across and unlocked his door and he got in grinning like an idiot. I asked, "What?" and he told me that I'm what his Mom would call "a keeper", because I'd reached across and unlocked the door.
I was chuffed. I mean, I didn't necessarily think we were going to get married next month, but I had not been this excited after a first date in years. I was highly attracted to him physically and mentally, and we seemed to connect. We said goodbye at my door knowing we'd see each other at our friends' New Year party in two nights. He kissed me on the cheek and went home.
New Year's eve. We get to the party. Only two people there know we've been on a date. Who wants all that pressure? But they know I'm excited about him and they too are excited. He and I flirt carefully, make eyes across the room. But as the night goes on something happens. He gets a bit cold. I'm worried he thinks that I don't want people to know, but perhaps he does! I make jokes...nothing!
Midnight comes and goes, and as we all go to leave, I'm hoping he'll offer me a lift home. He doesn't. In fact, doesn't even say goodbye. I have no idea what I've done wrong.
Today I call him to say hi, perhaps arrange a second date. He is cordial but not warm. At the end he says, "Thanks for calling," and hangs up. No, "Talk to you soon" or "Let's get together again." Just goodbye.
I have no idea what happened. Did someone at the party say something? Did I say something? Did I not say something? Or did I not do something? It started to sour before midnight so it couldn't have been the countdown kiss.
Another friend who knew him actually wasn't impressed that we'd gone out. She thought he was a twat and that I could do better. I didn't know this until today as I question what happened. But maybe that's it. Maybe it's as simple as him being a dickhead. It's just a bummer to have the first really great date I've had in ages go so completely off the rails. WTF?
So after the party he sent me a message through Facebook, and after a couple of exchanges, he asked me out. But of course it was Christmas and we were both busy with family and all that Christmas stuff. So we went to dinner on December 29th. It was great! We had fun, we had loads in common, we made each other laugh, he was courteous and chivalrous (a good Italian upbringing). After a four hour dinner date he drove me home. He unlocked my car door first and let me in, I reached across and unlocked his door and he got in grinning like an idiot. I asked, "What?" and he told me that I'm what his Mom would call "a keeper", because I'd reached across and unlocked the door.
I was chuffed. I mean, I didn't necessarily think we were going to get married next month, but I had not been this excited after a first date in years. I was highly attracted to him physically and mentally, and we seemed to connect. We said goodbye at my door knowing we'd see each other at our friends' New Year party in two nights. He kissed me on the cheek and went home.
New Year's eve. We get to the party. Only two people there know we've been on a date. Who wants all that pressure? But they know I'm excited about him and they too are excited. He and I flirt carefully, make eyes across the room. But as the night goes on something happens. He gets a bit cold. I'm worried he thinks that I don't want people to know, but perhaps he does! I make jokes...nothing!
Midnight comes and goes, and as we all go to leave, I'm hoping he'll offer me a lift home. He doesn't. In fact, doesn't even say goodbye. I have no idea what I've done wrong.
Today I call him to say hi, perhaps arrange a second date. He is cordial but not warm. At the end he says, "Thanks for calling," and hangs up. No, "Talk to you soon" or "Let's get together again." Just goodbye.
I have no idea what happened. Did someone at the party say something? Did I say something? Did I not say something? Or did I not do something? It started to sour before midnight so it couldn't have been the countdown kiss.
Another friend who knew him actually wasn't impressed that we'd gone out. She thought he was a twat and that I could do better. I didn't know this until today as I question what happened. But maybe that's it. Maybe it's as simple as him being a dickhead. It's just a bummer to have the first really great date I've had in ages go so completely off the rails. WTF?
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