So an interesting thing has happened — I’m sure you’ll be able to relate.
I was seeing D for quite some time. Our first date was at the end of October and we saw each other pretty much every week until the last few weeks of December. During that time I found myself unsure of how I felt about him. Some days I really liked him, and some days I was just having fun, but knew I would never feel passionately about him.
Well, the last time I saw him, however uninterested I thought I was in him was either untrue or fogged up by six beers because the night ended….well, it didn’t really end until the next morning, let’s just say.
The next day, I went out with 311 (to whom I have still been talking a bit), and had a good time, and woke up the following day only thinking about D. I mused to a friend, do I like him because we slept together, or do I like him because I like him?
I looked back on the evening, and realized that we had spent hours just…talking, before we ended up back at his apartment to get it done. And every time we saw each other before that, it was the same. My conclusion: I actually like him.
I suggest we get together before he goes on vacation. He says he would love to. Then he has to cancel on me the night we were supposed to see each other — he had a lot of work to do. It’s fine! I understand.
Off he jets to Puerto Rico the following day. A week later, I expect to hear from him when he has come back. I don’t so I text him (thinking he still likes me), and since then all of our interactions have been initiated by me.
A few nights ago, I asked a friend-of-a-friend what I should do — he said, “Every guy wants what he can’t have, so you should text him now” [we were already having a text-versation] “and tell him you are out with a group of really cute guys and he will come to you right away.” Now I am wishing I had done that, instead of just bouncing around our plans for the night, because then he would know that my Rolodex is ever-growing.
We were supposed to get together the following day, Sunday. He had said he “absolutely” wanted to hang out when I suggested it, and we should “def hang out” on Sunday. Come Sunday, I hear nothing from him. And because I had done all of the initiation of conversation since he came back from vacation, I was sure as shit not going to remind him.
It’s Tuesday. The last interaction we had was on Saturday night, when he told me what bar he was at. I said, “Cool! Sounds fun!” and he said, “Come!” and I told him I was going to stay where I was but hopefully I would see him the next day. And then nothing.
What changed? Why, since his trip, or since we slept together, or since I am all of a sudden showing more interest in him, has he fallen off the face of the earth?
And why, in this information and communication age, has communication become so difficult? I’ll tell you — because most interaction happens now through electronics, instead of face-to-face. You can have entire relationships and friendships without ever seeing the person. That’s crazy.
Anyway, my newest addition to the Rolodex asked tonight to take me to dinner. He’s the guy I met on New Year’s Eve (wearing my sexy sequin skirt), the Marine. We shall see!