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I know the last entry was a manifesto on the merits of being single, but I tonight I come to the keyboard with dating troubles. I know it's pathetic and contradictory, but I've never made any claims regarding consistency. *shrugs* Deal.
I finally have something to blame this week's low energy and general bad mood on, I'm sick! Yahoo! There's some comfort in that, I'm not sliding down the slippery slope towards becoming a curmudgeon but I do have a cold. Bring on the men and the Vitamin C!
When I got to work this morning I was congested and in a foul mood. M was nice enough to stop in and say hello. I was kind enough to warn him of my less than congenial state. He wished me well and left. Two hours later a florist came and delivered a rather ornate vase with three white roses in it. The card read, "To brighten your day as you have brightened my life. See you tonight, M." I did the mandatory jumping around and lording my loot over everyone and was genuinely excited and flattered. It was a lovely thing to do and a wonderful way to do it. And god I love flowers...
And we did go out tonight and we had a great time. He played the chivalrous date to the hilt, opening doors, paying for dinner, "after you," and so on and so forth, he even accommodated for my less than ideal work schedule (I don't get off until 8:30pm). We went to PF Changs for dinner and then wrapped up the evening at a dive bar. The night was full of flirtation and innuendo and it was fun, he's one of the few men I know who can keep up his end of a banter. He asked me out for tomorrow night too. And tonight ended on my doorstep...
...
And what happened you ask? What's the natural consequence of a day of flowers, flirting, wining, and dining?
Not a thing. Instead I got a goddamned "you-have-cooties-distant hug." What the hell is that about? It's the second time that's happened and it makes me wonder if he's gay or if I'm emitting some sort of anti-pheromone. We're on our fifth date and I get the ew-yuck hug. In a normal world we'd be fucking like rabbits...instead...eh. Perhaps I'm a troll, perhaps he is...SOMETHING is up. Urgh. And while I don't want to have a relationship or sex with this person, a kiss would be nice. It's been months since I've been kissed and I miss that. I really do.
Does anyone have any idea as to what the hell is going on? I'd love to be clued in.
Fawk.
I finally have something to blame this week's low energy and general bad mood on, I'm sick! Yahoo! There's some comfort in that, I'm not sliding down the slippery slope towards becoming a curmudgeon but I do have a cold. Bring on the men and the Vitamin C!
When I got to work this morning I was congested and in a foul mood. M was nice enough to stop in and say hello. I was kind enough to warn him of my less than congenial state. He wished me well and left. Two hours later a florist came and delivered a rather ornate vase with three white roses in it. The card read, "To brighten your day as you have brightened my life. See you tonight, M." I did the mandatory jumping around and lording my loot over everyone and was genuinely excited and flattered. It was a lovely thing to do and a wonderful way to do it. And god I love flowers...
And we did go out tonight and we had a great time. He played the chivalrous date to the hilt, opening doors, paying for dinner, "after you," and so on and so forth, he even accommodated for my less than ideal work schedule (I don't get off until 8:30pm). We went to PF Changs for dinner and then wrapped up the evening at a dive bar. The night was full of flirtation and innuendo and it was fun, he's one of the few men I know who can keep up his end of a banter. He asked me out for tomorrow night too. And tonight ended on my doorstep...
...
And what happened you ask? What's the natural consequence of a day of flowers, flirting, wining, and dining?
Not a thing. Instead I got a goddamned "you-have-cooties-distant hug." What the hell is that about? It's the second time that's happened and it makes me wonder if he's gay or if I'm emitting some sort of anti-pheromone. We're on our fifth date and I get the ew-yuck hug. In a normal world we'd be fucking like rabbits...instead...eh. Perhaps I'm a troll, perhaps he is...SOMETHING is up. Urgh. And while I don't want to have a relationship or sex with this person, a kiss would be nice. It's been months since I've been kissed and I miss that. I really do.
Does anyone have any idea as to what the hell is going on? I'd love to be clued in.
Fawk.
