Alright, so before agreeing to date numero tres (yes, this would be the one I returned home from on Saturday night with a “decided lack of enthusiasm”), I sent a pre-emptive warning to CASKWBPBACS, laying some necessary evasive groundwork. I basically said I’m most comfortable developing solid friendships and letting things evolve naturally from there, if they’re meant to, rather than diving right in, and if that’s not really his style or he doesn’t want to wait around to see if and when that happens for me, that’s his prerogative and I totally understand. (Okay, so that’s exactly what I said.)
Personally, I don’t see anything wrong with that. I know that guys already have friends and don’t want more, blah blah blah, but dammit, I want my romantic life to mimic those of my favorite sitcom characters and, as it happens, they were Friends first. So screw that. I’m not being coy, or hiding anything, and if my fantasy’s not going to fly, it’s up to you to man-up and say so.
But I don’t mean to be too harsh there, because I genuinely would like to get to know CASKWBPBACS better and see if he suddenly does turn into my Prince Chandler. So I also added, in an effort to quash any notes of rejection, that (being the independent and strong-willed but no less lovable girl that I am) I pretty much never do things that I don’t want to, and I would like to hang out again.
His pretty perfect response to my dating disclaimer:
“I totally understand…So here’s the thing. I find you attractive and I want to know more about you. I also like spending time with you. I’d like for something to happen, but if it doesn’t I won’t be upset or offended. But I’m happy to move at your pace. Does that sound fair?"
Incredibly fair, CASKWBPBACS. Completely fair. Supremely fair. Exponentially more fair than the fact that I’m sharing this personal sentiment with the whole of the online community. But I guess that’s what makes you a better person than me. And I’ve made my peace with that.
So our third date occurred at CASKWBPBACS’s apartment – nice place, smells like incense (or pot), great coffee table – and included a viewing of the very excellent documentary King of Kong, microwave popcorn, engaging chit-chat, and no kiss good-night. All in all, it was a wholly enjoyable evening with my “friend” CASKWBPBACS which, when converted from friendship to date, apparently translates into “an unenthusiastic fine.” Weak exchange rate. Blame the economy.
So I’m still neutral. I like him: he's interesting and amusing and good company. I’ll see him again. We’ll see what happens. At least we have similar taste in very excellent documentaries. And coffee tables - that coffee table was pretty fantastic.
(It's hard to tell here, but each side slides open to expose nine little compartments in which you can display any 8-inch by 8-inch treasures you so desire.)
3 comments:
It's a sad day when you're more enthusiastic about the coffee table than the date...
But give him a chance--he probably didn't bring his A game cause he's still "friending" you.
I'd have to say that YOUR coffee table is pretty fantastic, so fantastic in fact that your coffee table envy isn't really warranted and, I think, might be a sign of something else... I mean knowing that a man can pick out good furniture is a pretty important piece of information to have for say, a relationship, don't you think? When you ultimately "rape kiss," then rape other things, then he meets the roommates, then you exchange Christmas gifts and birthday gifts, it's nice to know that all that time wasn't wasted on a guy you couldn't move in with because of poor furniture tastes. Admit it LACD, you're really thinking to the future with this coffee table business, aren't you?
whoa! listen I always wanted to be shera and marry heman or have someone bust into my work and sweep me off my feet like in officer and a gentle men or crawl up my window in the middle of the night like dawson and joey but my friend of 26 long years...I'm older definatly not wiser and hate to slap you with the reality... IT AINT GONNA HAPPEN! I'm seeing this being a potential and you getting weird and smashing my wedding making pizzelle dream...(shit! I 4got my google password)
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