I looked at him, stunned, “Sorry, I forgot how pretty you are.” The only thought resounding in my head was WTF?!?
I was dying to ask why he didn’t call me but I restrained myself.
You meet, you hit it off, you get really excited because you’ve finally found a great guy, and after that…silence.
We exchanged numbers, kissed, said our goodbyes, and I left feeling quite pleased with myself, knowing that I had played my cards right. I wasn’t expecting a call on Monday or Tuesday because of the ‘rules’ and all that, but by Wednesday night I started to feel a little panicked. By 7 pm I had two choices: resign myself to the fact that he isn’t into me, or do something I had never, ever done before- call him. As the phone rang I practiced the message I would leave on his voicemail in my head but was interrupted when, to my astonishment, a very perplexed-sounding J answered the phone.
Deducing that I had nothing to lose, I decided to go with the latter because he was cute and funny and he gave me butterflies in my stomach which no one had done since my ex and I had been incapable of feeling anything for anyone after my ex and now I finally had feelings again and feelings don’t come around every day so I wasn’t gonna let this go so easily. From there, a horrifically awkward conversation ensued.
Our afternoon of fun turned into a night out and me, my friend, J, and his friend bar-hopped, talked, laughed, danced, and played pool until the wee hours.
Before heading home, J and I planned a date for that Thursday.
Maybe he just wasn’t that into me at first but my boldness, and subsequent cool-ness about the whole thing changed his mind?