Sometimes my life is like a tv show
Names have been changed to protect the guy who made me CRY
Name of Date: High Hopes
Date #: 1
Looks Like: A cute supporting character on a mid-ninties WB teen drama.
Age: 24
Occupation: Youth Director/(Accom)Pianist
Where We Met: He was playing the piano for a round of auditions that I happened to be attending. We met. Chatted. Flirted. And I facebook stalked the second that I got home.
What Happened: So after nearly a month of e-mailing, facebooking and aim flirting we finally found a time to make this date happen. I was so excited because I thought he was pretty much perfect for me. He made me laugh, he was super cute, and I didn't meet him online or sleep with him within 72 hours of our introduction. Things were looking pretty good. SO good, in fact, that I'd already planned out how our relationship was going to work.
You see, he lived 2 hours from me. I would use one of my days off every other week to go visit him and vice versa. We'd get to spend one day (and night) together a week and it'd be perfect. Then we'd probably move to MA and get married and watch a lot of tv on DVD.
Anyway, I was flying back from a vacation and we worked it out so that he could pick me up from the airport and then we'd go to dinner and a movie. I think that picking someone up from the airport is about the most romantic thing ever. I envisoned that he'd be there with flowers and give me a huge hug and kiss and then say something like "Even though that was our first kiss, it feels like our lips were always waiting for each other." And then I would kiss him harder and then he'd get down on one knee and propose with a GORGEOUS silver band and I would cry and the airport would applaud and then Celine Dion who was chillin at the starbucks starts singing "My Heart Will Go On.".... HEY IT COULD HAPPEN! ROMANTIC COMEDIES ARE BASED AROUND MOMENTS LIKE THIS.
Spoiler alerts. None of those things happened. He drove up to arrival pick-up and I got into his car.
We had a nice conversation about his trip while we drove to get food. He is really such a sweet guy. He knows how to keep a conversation going and now to avoid awkward topics. There is nothing worse than some trashy ass-face being all. "So.... are you a top or a bottom?" When someone asks me that I try to respond with something like "oh. i'm a side." and then quickly change the topic of conversation leaving them confused about what I like in bed.
So yes he did not ask any ridiculous questions. we went to fudruckers. which i do not enjoy, but he seemed pretty stoked about so who was i to say anything? I payed and he seemed genuinely impressed by that gesture. Bitches like it when you make it rain.
Food was nice. TIME FOR THE MOVIE.
Sandra Bullock's latest movie and I'm excited. I like her. Again I pay. I'm a hustla baby. I just want you to know.
So during the movie I casually put my hand on his knee and begin to rub affectionately. He keeps his arms firmly crossed over his chest for the next few minutes. I fully understand social cues, so I get the hint that its time to keep my paws to myself. I remove my hand and he immediately announces in full voice.
"No. Put it back."
then PLACES my hand back on his knee and links arms with me and begins to cuddle.
um what?! I love me a forceful man. if you put my hands anywhere on your body i'm pretty much in favor of that. unless its your feet. keep that fetish to yourself. ew or your moobs. not a fan.
so i feel pretty good about this, except that this situation is entirely weird. I've been flirty and amazing all evening but this is the one gesture (literally) of affection that he's shown me the whole time. oh well. i'm banking on the fact that this his was of saying "i'm in love with you and want to marry you how about green and khaki for the wedding colors?"
The movie ends and he drives me home. The conversation finally gets awkward because we know what is supposed to happen at the end of a date. Luckily I have a speech prepared. When he pulls up to my place I begin with "So i've had an amazing time with you and I know we live 2 hours away from each other, but..."
He interrupts
"but yeah. if our paths ever cross again, lets hang out."
that was not my "but." MY "but was...
"but I really like you and I'm willing to do anything to make this work."
All i could do was nod. smile and hug him as I got out of the car trying not to cry. I mean I really really liked him and he writes me off with a "maybe we can hang out?" I am not successful with keeping out the tears and he notices, so I run inside.
3 minutes later he calls me to let me know "its not me" I cry even harder. I hate cliche lines. and i hate them more when people actually mean them. thanks, high hopes, now i gotta listen to dashboard confessional to cry it all out.
Gained Points For: Deliberate hand-holding
Lost Points For: Making me cry
Mistakes I Made: Pre-determining him to be "the one"
Chances for Another Date: I am a sucker for guys who hurt me, so if he calls, its an unequivocal yes.
Overall Grade: C -
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