I went out with someone a few times. I know. A little shocking. Made it past date one and date two. Keep in mind it was over a period of about 2 months, but , nonetheless, it was with the same person. Then we even progressed to date 3 and 4. Nothing to get overly excited about, because it is over now. But we did make it to 5 dates. A record. Not for me personally, but for me on a dating site. But I am giving you the ending before the beginning. Though, there are people I know that like to read the ending to a book , and then read the book. Never could understand that, but lets save that for another time.
I meet this guy for a drink one evening after messaging back and forth for a couple of weeks. Fun conversations, interesting topics. We seem to hit it off and there was somewhat of an attraction between us. We went out once after that initial date, again for a drink. Weeks go by and we chat thought texts, and phone calls. We seemed to have some difficulty pinning down a time we could agree on to meet up, mostly because our schedules were getting crazy. And as I mentioned, we did go out a couple of times after the frist. In case you aren’t counting , that is four dates. And I say ‘Date’ loosely. It was a date, in the sense that we met somewhere. We would have a drink, maybe two , talk. He would ask to come to my house. I would say no. Then he would ask if i would come to his house. I would say no. Then he would offer to bring wine- be still my heart, but again , I said no. Why, because I was sensing a pattern, but still, contrary to my usual nature, I was trying to be optimistic.
Thanksgiving comes and goes, and I go out of town to see family.He has plans to do the same, with a few texts keeping up the communication.
Christmas comes and I already had plans to go out of town to see one of my sons. I texted him “Merry Christmas”, and he returned the same.
I returned home a few days before New Years Eve. No word from him since the Christmas greeting. I thought, at this point, since we had seen each other a number of times, he would see what I was doing New Years Eve, maybe we would plan to get together. Nothing. And no, I didn’t bring it up. I think all along I was trying to figure out if this was going anywhere.
So a month later he calls and asks if I want to go out to a movie and something to eat. I said, “sure, that sounds good. “
I figured it has been months and we are having something closer to a “real date.” He says. OK, I’ll pay for the food and you get the movie.”
Call me old fashioned, but I was taken aback. I caved, deciding oh ok, why not? I ordered the tickets online. He picked me up and we went to a place in the area where the movie is located. Ordered a glass of wine and we got some menus, on his suggestion. “ Maybe we should get something to eat before the movie.” Sipping the wine, he closes his menu, and announces to me, “Well, he said, “there is nothing here to eat, so lets go somewhere else.” Again, I was a bit surprised, since the menu is expansive and really good. And, he neglected to ask me if I thought the same thing. Nope. We were out of there.
Lucky for me, there was a bar/restaurant, just down the block from that place. Walked in, headed to the bar, and before I could decide on red or white, he ordered 2 waters. Surprisingly, there was an appetizer he could tolerate, and we each had a small appetizer, and left for the movie. This is not sitting well with me.
I did enjoy the movie though. American Hustle. Movie over, and home we go. I go. Alone. My choice, not his. He had a different suggestion, but I vetoed that.
My decision was made. I wasn’t feeling it. I didnt want him over, I didn’t want to go there. I am not a fan of dutch treat, among other things that popped up during our five date run. Spoiled? Old fashioned thinking? Call it what you will. I broke it off , telling a fib. Told him I started seeing someone else and I needed to see how that would go. He sent me a sad face on text. It didn’t break my heart.