Back in my “Love: A Seemingly Impossible Quest” post from 2 weeks ago, I mentioned that I met a guy at a bar (one of Kels’ boyfriend’s friends) and that while I found him cute and considerate, I didn’t have a “feeling” for him, nor did I feel we synced well. I also wrote him off as a potential date, let alone boyfriend. However, when Kels told me this past week that he’d been asking her for my number since we’d met, I figured I’d give him a try. Hey, everyone deserves a chance, right? So, we went on a date this week.
It was a regular date, I suppose. We met at the same bar as before, had a drink (mine was non-alcoholic. I’m old enough to drink, I just don’t like the taste of alcohol), and then walked around town a bit. We sat on a bench for awhile and just talked. He tried to kiss me twice, and I just gave him quick pecks. To be honest, I feel that kissing is really intimate, and I like to get to know the person better first, and know how I feel about them before I just go kissing him and giving him false hopes. When he told me he likes to make out and enjoys kissing, I told him how I felt about that and he said it was fine and he could wait.
After our date ended, he walked me back to my car, we exchanged numbers, hugged goodnight, and went our separate ways. He texted me when he got home that he was heading to bed and he’d text me tomorrow. It’s been three days and I haven’t heard back. I guess it’s safe to assume that he didn’t find me interesting enough to want to see again? I’m not particularly disappointed about not getting to date him or anything, but I am curious about why I haven’t heard back from him. Ah, such are the curiosities of my life.
Look for my words again soon!