It’s amazing how quickly things can change. The man from the previous post? The man who I thought was brilliant, but also busy so I was giving him his space? It’s only been 13 days since we met, and four days since I posted my last entry praising him. But last night his text I received, the first one since Thursday, was so obviously a booty call that I’ve now decided to cut him. Not literally.
Him: You out tonight? x
Me: I am, out in Essex with friends. What are you up to? x
No reply. Still, even today. If I was home with no plans, BAM, he would have tried.
One snippet of man business I didn’t include in my last post is the presence of my ex, the navy engineer. Yes, he’s living in NZ currently but he has plans to move north once he’s finished up with another qualification at the end of the year. I’m not pinning all my hopes and dreams on anything happening between us – but we’ve spoken about it and there’s definitely something there. He messages and calls me everyday, we talk about anything and everything. He’s got nothing to gain from it – so after this current man, it does make him seem more genuine.
I’ll see him when I go back for my sister’s wedding, so I think we’ll have to take it from there.
I don’t know who said that, but they suck. Even though there are hints of truth in it – if you’re realistic. I’m not a realistic person. I live in a sparkly bubble of illusion, and I’m always surprised when it bursts. You’d think I’d learn. No. Never. I like my bubble. I like to think the best in people and always enter things whole-heartedly.
Haven’t worked out what ended yet? The man ended it. I didn’t even get the chance to blog about our fifth date (because I jet-setted off to Melbourne for a shopping excursion with the bestie – LOVED IT!), which was another awesome date!
It was completely unexpected from my end, and from anyone’s I’ve told about him. It seemed to be going so perfect! It did knock me sideways. The fact that he was a coward and did it through text just made me angry. It appears he’s not over his ex-wife. I’m not going to dissect what happened and why it ended. It’s a waste of time. Lets just say that I did not reply to his text in which he metaphorically punched me in the ovaries and proceeded to tell me we should stay in touch.
I can share a pizza, a bottle of Pinot Noir, and then a large box of popcorn with him and he doesn’t bat an eyelid. I love it.
My best friend dated a man a couple of months ago that she was nervous to eat in front of because he would never finish his meals. I’m just like her, if I order the ribs, fries and vegies I am going to finish them all. She had to end it because it just wasn’t working for her, and I can understand why. If you can’t be yourself with them, why bother?!
I too have dated men in the past that I’d been nervous to eat in front of – I think most women have been through it – especially if the date includes dinner and a movie. As my date said to me last night; “you gotta have popcorn in a movie!” My thoughts exactly.
No-one wants to look like a pig at a trough, but at the same time I’m not going to sit there and push lettuce around a plate.
Speaking of pigs, the Pinot we had last night… Squealing Pig. Now on my top five list.
Also, today one of my date’s friend’s was here at work and let slip that he was planning to invite me out to meet his friends on Saturday night, but I already had plans. Aw. These are positive moves!
I like this one. He’s a keeper. (Hope I didn’t just jinx it).
This date was not like the first two; it was very casual, and completely hilarious. We had each other laughing the whole time, we asked each other questions that you wouldn’t dare ask on the first or second date.
After a shared seafood platter in Mission Bay we re-lived our teenage years by heading up Mt Victoria to enjoy the sights and lights. He’d come prepared; equipped with a bottle of Pinot Noir (he has amazing taste in wine, and is never cheap!!) and some plastic cups – he was all out of plastic wine glasses, hehe. It was so nice to just hang out and be relaxed with him!
I’m off to the snow this weekend, so unfortunately can’t make plans to see him until next week. I quite like it though, taking it slow – I’ll admit it’s new to me.
As for the juicy bits; it was a kissing only evening, and it was PERFECT.
The meeting of my Mum was not part of the plan, but he had insisted on picking me up, so at 6.30pm on the dot there’s a knock on the door. I’m walking out of my room when my Mum walks past and mouths “I’LL GET IT!” (she wasn’t making any noise, but the emphasis was as if she was yelling). Crap. The only way to stop her would be to tackle her, and he would definitely hear the scuffle so I figure my best option is to just let her…
She’s in love.
After returning from my date and telling her it was another successful one her whole face lit up. “He’s so handsome, Bron and he has a nice firm handshake.”
He was fine about meeting her, it didn’t seem to worry him in the slightest! Brownie points.
The date itself was awesome. We headed out to dinner, shared an entrée (oh so romantic), enjoyed our mains and even splurged on dessert. He had me laughing the whole time, conversation flows so easily with him. I’m excited because I know it’s going well and I know he likes me – he even said at one point that you “can tell within 15 minutes if you like someone and want to see them again”.
He dropped me home and gave me a hug, quickly adding; “I’d like to give you a goodnight kiss but I don’t want to give you what’s left of my flu.” I found it cute that he’d thought about it and thought it best to say something.
We’ve locked in date number three, Sunday morning brunch. The only time I have free this weekend. Ha.