Some quick updates.
CL#1Writer: I called him back Thursday night and left a message. As I was leaving said message, he called on the other line because he probably just missed my call. I still left a message but I said, “Hey, I know I owe you a phone call, it’s been a hell of a week. Sorry about that, but I wanted to call you back. Bye.” Even though I didn’t say “Give me a call” I thought maybe that could be read between the lines. Then he called again, but I didn’t answer because I’m a chicken. I left it at that. But then I felt guilty, so I sent an email on Friday saying that I left him a message back, etc. I didn’t hear back from him until today, and I almost thought I was in the clear. But no. I need to stop being a child and just tell him I’m not feeling this.
CL#3TextTormenter and I had a date on Friday for lunch. After lunch we went out for a drink and played Megatouch (loves it) at a bar. He was a lot more touchy feely than I would have liked. I’m not sure what it is with men who are instantly affectionate; For me, affection builds with time. I may not hold someone’s hand on the first few dates, but after a bit I will develop the desire to hold their hand. Or not. Depends on the person I guess. Anyway, when we were saying goodbye on the corner of 19th & L:
CL#3: I don’t like this.
CL#3: Saying goodbye in a public place.
Velvet: Huh. Well, it works for me.
CL#3: Well you should have me come back to your place.
CL#3: Well, I have to meet a friend, can I see you later?
Velvet: A second date on the same day?
CL#3: Yes. I want to see you before I fly out tomorrow.
Velvet: I guess so. I have some things to do.
CL#3: Well, it wouldn’t be until later.
At that point we said goodbye. There was a minor kiss, a bit of tongue. Whereas with CL#1Writer, I knew I had no connection with him, I don’t feel that way here with CL#3TextTormenter. I’m not feeling the green light, but I certainly don’t want to never see him again. Well…maybe.
So the night comes and goes and guess who I never hear from? At 7:00 p.m. Christmas Eve I got a voicemail from him saying that he was sorry about last night, he got drunk, blah blah blah, was in Atlanta waiting for his connecting flight, blah blah blah. Do I care? Nope. I didn’t call back.
Christmas morning he sent me a “Merry Christmas” text asking if I got his message about the prior night. I said, “You too, and no prob. on Friday.” He wrote back and said something about me being a cool chick or whatever, and he wants to see me when he gets back. Then today he sent some messages about wanting to see me Wednesday or Thursday. Whatevs. He sent that message 3 times before I answered it. I finally said, “Not sure what I have going on but we can work something out.”
These men are hilarious. The more I back away (a.k.a. play hard to get) the more they are on my ass. This “hard to get” thing is definitely an old game, but I’ve read a fabulous book that teaches a new twist on this. Instead of ignoring 95% of the phone calls, you answer most of them and say things like that you are/were busy anyway or you couldn’t have possibly seen him because some “friends” came over and you went out. He’s already proven himself to be a Kennedy in training, as in he drinks a whole hell of a lot. The idea of him doesn’t gross me out, he’s attractive and nice enough, but he definitely has those dick qualities that desensitize me from feeling bad about any of my behavior. It’s on. Let’s go little boy.