Potential Gone Wrong

I go back to Vive – I have to continue my unfolding story. W* is there - still lookin' fine (hasn't turned ugly in the past week!). We gave each other little eyes on the way in, and he once again escorted me by the small of my back...(and not in a I’m-helping-my-elderly-grandmother-across-the-street sort of way)

As I was getting ready to leave for the evening I battled with myself of whether to give him my number or not...the truth is, I really wanted him to have it but I also really wished he would ask me for it! One of my girlfriends Katie with me was really pushing me (YOU ARE A STRONG CONFIDENT WOMAN!) so I decided to do it...

My plan was to time my exit with the crosswalk signal so I could just hand him the number as I walked quickly by. But as I walked out he struck up a conversation by giving me a compliment and we chatted a bit. He asked if I had gotten my hair cut - said it was cute - we talked about football and other stupid things. Erika and Katie left while I was talking to him and I think he noticed they were leaving and I didn't walk with them - so he knew something was up. But I CHICKENED out...

Right after leaving I met up with the girls at King Taco and they were not happy I had chickened out ----- so Katie once again gave me a pep talk and said we were going to do a drive by.

So we get in the car and pull over just past the entrance…I get out walk up to W* [I am probably still standing about 2 feet away from him and stretching to hand him the napkin with my scribbled number] and say "You forgot this" ----now, let me clarify that I MEANT to say I forgot to give you this - but apparently my subconscious wanted to make a point that he should have ASKED me for it :) He bowed his head a little and just smiled and said "thanks."

So I get back in the car SHAKING and EXCITED and not really knowing what to say. I swear about 29834983 times because I could not believe I had just done that...

**BEEP: Suddenly a voice mail comes through - my phone had not even rung...

I listen to it and it is W* calling:
"Hey Yeti, this is W* from Vive. I just wanted to say that was a very bold move and I loved it. I don't know what your plans are for tonight but I get out of here around 11 or 11:30 and would love to go grab a drink or two. So give me a call and let me know if that would work out for you. Or even if it doesn't give me a call just so I know you got my number and got my message. Have a good night hun."

So...I am pretty much freaking out. (Aren't they supposed to wait three days or something??)

So I call him back and we decide he will call me when he gets off work and we will connect then to go out.

I start trying to beautify myself...the phone rings at 11.05p [let me point out this was AWFULLY close to 11.00p – and the last time I stayed until around 11.30p he hadn't left work again….SOMETHING fishy going on surrounding ME!!!...I'm not even going to be humble about it]

He asks if I would be up for going to aiulaxqler - I did not understand what he said - that is what that weird word is supposed to represent. So I agree after asking him to repeat it twice. He gives me directions and I set off to meet him.

Turns out I had agreed to go to his house to hang out!! Eek! Oh well. All ended up just fine. I got there around 11.30p and stayed till 2.00a. We just sat and chatted about anything and everything - what we do, our families, ambitions, spirituality and religion, etc.

However, when I got to his house the first question out of his mouth when I walked in the door was, "do you smoke weed?"
"What?"
"Weed."
"Um…no."
"Really? Don't take this wrong. But I totally had to pegged as a weed smoker. You just have this really cool ex-hippie vibe going on."

Wow…ok….so, I still don't (technically) smoke weed but I have become a second-hand weed smoker ☺

Finally at 2a I said that I should probably be heading home. He walks me to my car, gives me a kiss on the cheek and then a big hug - "you call me anytime, really, anytime. And if for some reason we don't connect this week I will see you Sunday at Vive, right?"

And that is how we left it. The next day he sent me a text message saying: "Good mornin'. I just wanted to say hi and tell you I really enjoyed your company. Hope you have a great day." And one later that afternoon that said "So when we hanging' out again?"

…and now I can only assume he fell off the face of the earth. Why ELSE would he never call me again. Come on – I'm a stinkin' good catch…probably TOO good. Only he didn't fall off the face of the earth – I still see him at Vive – and unfortunately his face hasn't been eaten by rabid pit bulls to make him less attractive. We still enjoy pleasant conversations but its another one chalked up to "he's just not that into you."