So, as promised in my last post, here's the details of the past three weeks:
And if you don't want to read it, here's a summary:
Another relationship ended before it could even begin! AWESOME
And if you don't want to read it, here's a summary:
Another relationship ended before it could even begin! AWESOME
SPOILERS! (Click to view)
So, over a month ago, this girl comes into my store. Without even interacting with her, she decides that I'm "cute" and she would like to date me. Fast forward to three weeks ago, said girl (Fuck it, her name is Jill, enough with the "girl" thing), said Jill, comes into the store, but I'm not working. A co-worker asks her what she's looking for, and she replys "Nothing. Well, not anything that you're selling.". My co-worker inquires into what she could possible mean, and she says "I'm looking for the cute guy who works here.". After some further probing, my co-worker figures out she's talking about me, and begins to rave about how awesome I am. They continue to talk about me, and how Jill is looking for a guy who wasn't an asshole or a skeezy bar guy looking for his next "sexual conquest". She wanted a nice guy to start a new relationship with. Eventually, my co-worker lets her know that I am working the next day, and that she should come back in. After Jill leaves, my co-worker calls me to inform me of the events that have transpired. I'm slightly amused but have doubts. I was told she was a very cute Italian girl, twenty-one years old, nice figure, and currently taking classes to become a nurse. Good for her. Most nursing students that I've seen so far weren't the prettiest flowers in the bed, if you catch my drift. I figure that since she's been told when I would be there, there was no avoiding it. I would have to meet this possibly uninteresting, unattractive person whether I liked it or not.
I was wrong. She was very attractive, and the first thing she did to "break the ice", was ask about the Foo Fighters' cover of Prince's "Darling Nikki".
What's that you say?
Her asking about a band that I like, doing a cover of a song originally done by another artist I enjoy? AND IT'S ABOUT A GIRL MASTURBATING? She's off to a really good start so far!
We chit-chat a bit more after I tell her she won't be able to find that track on anything commercially available, and she asks if I want her number. Well, of course I do! She then asked "Are you going to call me?", to which I reply "Possibly. As of right now, your chances are pretty good.". I waited a few days, called her, and had a few short nice conversations (She likes Boy Meets World? More points to her!) over a few days before I finally asked her out to dinner, to which she agreed. Dinner went well, as we had quite a bit in common in a lot of different areas. After we had finished eating, she wanted to know what else we could do, as it was only 9:30. I had no clue, since I still don't know much about my surrounding area. She suggested a bar. I said "No. I'm low on cash, and I don't like sitting around in bars.". Luckily, she then recommended going back to her apartment, even though it may be "a bit messy". Sure. Sounds good to me.
We arrive at her place, and first thing to occur is meeting her mother. Not on purpose, but rather she happened to be home when we got in. I immediately take notice that she looks nothing like her mother, which is a good thing. We then venture into her room, sans mother, where I was expecting a state of, as she said, "messy".
*Just for reference, I know what "messy" can be. My most recent ex, her room was in a constant state of "messy". I'm talking about "not-being-able-to-see-the-floor, clothes-strewn-all-over-the-room, random-items-left-unnoticed-for-you-to-step-on-while-throw ing-away-the-condom" messy.*
This room was fucking impeccable compared to what I've been led to believe was messy. I could see the floor, and that it was being vacuumed on a regular basis. She had a nice big bed that was properly made, and overall, the room was very cute. The only thing she was worried about was the crockpot and computer monitor that were at the base of her loveseat. I noted that it was an odd combination of items to have in a bedroom, but the fact that they weren't in the way was enough to consider the area clean. She laughed and told me I was funny. Of course I am, and the fact that she noticed that was a mark in her favor. We talk for a few hours while watching TV, and before we know it, it's 3 AM. I notice she's tired, and has to work in the morning, so I suggest ending the night. She agrees, but only because she should already be asleep. She walked me to her front door, gave me a hug, and thanked me for the great evening. I go to grab the door handle, but I decided that since she showed some fortitude by approaching me the week prior, I was going to show some. I lean in to kiss her, and she meets me. After a few lip-locks, I say that I really should go, and I actually make it out the door this time.
I'm going to cut out the filler here, and just let you know the facts that are important. We talked on the phone or texted at least once a day, and I went over to her place a few more times over the following two weeks. I convinced her that I'm awesome (I only recently started believing it myself), and told her that her idea to confront me at work was the best decision she's probably made in her entire life. She appreciated that, and then we made out.
*By the way, making out is wonderful. I must have kissed Jill more times, and for longer periods of time, in the past three weeks than my entire previous four month relationship and the five month relation-shit that followed with "The Mohawked One".*
So, I was feeling pretty good about the way things were progressing. At least until the past few days. Things became, well, odd and slightly complicated. We had made plans to for me to spend the night on Saturday night. I called her on Saturday afternoon to confirm, and got her voicemail. I left a message stating my reason for calling, and thought nothing of it. An hour later, I notice she's left me a voicemail, and in it she explained that she was visiting her father, and wouldn't be going back to her apartment that night, but to call her the next day (Sunday). Meh, no big deal. After work, I went to Toast and danced, so I had a decent time anyways. Sunday arrives, and I have to work. When I get home, I'm exhausted, so I didn't bother to follow up on the request for a phone call. I wake up Monday morning to see a text message from her, hoping that I had a good weekend and that she was hoping I would have called the previous day, and to call later. I go to work, and on my break, I give her a call, and get her voicemail. I tell her to call me, and sure enough, an hour later she calls leaving a voicemail telling me to call her when I get out of work. By then, my cellular phone's battery is low, so when I get home, I decided to use my house phone to call her. Again, I get her voicemail, and as I'm leaving a message, I get an incoming call on the other line. I switch over and there's a guy wondering who I am, as I apparently just called his phone. "Umm, no. I know who I just called, you must be mistaken." I told him. He insisted that I just called him, and wanted to know who I was. We went back and forth until I just told him that it must be wrong number, and hung up. Then, I started thinking, "What if Jill's phone has been stolen?", so when my cellular phone had charged for a couple hours, I called her from it, and just like before, I got the voicemail after a few rings. No message this time though. I went to bed a few hours later wondering what was going on.
*Just a sidenote, she always answers her phone if it's on, unless she's not around to hear it. If she's not going to answer it for any period of time, she turns it off and all calls go straight to the voicemail.*
I wake up at around 2PM on Tuesday, and notice she's left a message on my phone. She was doing "damage control" as her friend thought it would be funny to take her phone from her for the night and make a few calls. So, that explained it all for me, and I decided to call her back. It rang and, yup, you guessed it, went to voicemail. I, again, didn't bother to leave a message, and figured she would notice the missed call and call back. A couple hours later (4 PM), no call, so I decided that if she didn't answer, I'd leave her a message simply asking her to call me when she gets the chance, as it seems she's very busy.
Roll forward to today, Thursday. No response. I decided to call her from work on my break to see what's up. I get a hold of her (Probably because she didn't recognize the number). and immediately can tell there's something different in her voice. I ask her what's been going on and she's a bit hesitant. Hmm... I ask her if she wants to hang out later, and she isn't sure. "Call me when you're leaving work, and I'll let you know.". The next three hours seem to take an eternity, but they finally pass. I'm feeling a bit nervous at this point, because I can already tell what's about to transpire. I call her, and eventually ask her to honestly tell me what she's feeling about being involved with me, as I'm picking up doubt in her voice. "I don't know."
* "I don't know" became her statement of the night. I must have heard it at least fifty times over the course of our forty-five minute conversation.*
I'm not going to go into much detail about the rest, as it was just me trying to get a decent explanation out of her, giving her nothing but reasons to continue her involvement with me, and essentially running her around in circles in the process.
*I ENJOYED EVERY MOMENT OF IT. I'm becoming very good at putting myself over.*
In the end, she wanted to keep me as a friend, as she doesn't want any sort of relationship at the moment. I decided to throw a wrench in that little plan. I gave her a few options:
1. We can continue what we're doing. I told her that we weren't in a relationship at the moment, and we could continue that way, as I enjoyed hanging (read:making) out with her, and she seemed to feel the same way.
2. We can start a relationship. That's what she was looking for anyways, and I think we could have been something great.
3. I don't talk to her for a while, possibly ever again. My mind is still perceiving her as the "girlfriend" type, so I'm not going to be happy when we go out and I don't end up making out with her at some point..
As expected, she went with numero tres. I told her it was a mistake, and she would regret it, as she knows for a fact that guys like me aren't don't come around as often as the assholes she's used to. She agreed. I informed her that I wouldn't call her, but she still has my number if she ever wanted to talk to me. I told her goodbye, thanked her for the past few weeks, and wished her well. She said "Goodnight", and that was the end.
I came out of it feeling better about myself, and thinking less of her as a person. I know the moment we got off the phone, she was regretting it. And she always will. Yet again, I'm the one who got away.
I feel as if I have beginning to discover the happy medium between "Nice Guy" and "Asshole". Being confident, but not too cocky. Being nice, but not being a pushover. I like it. For once, I'm truly liking myself. And honestly, being single isn't being viewed as a bad thing for me anymore.
I AM AWESOME
I was wrong. She was very attractive, and the first thing she did to "break the ice", was ask about the Foo Fighters' cover of Prince's "Darling Nikki".
What's that you say?
Her asking about a band that I like, doing a cover of a song originally done by another artist I enjoy? AND IT'S ABOUT A GIRL MASTURBATING? She's off to a really good start so far!
We chit-chat a bit more after I tell her she won't be able to find that track on anything commercially available, and she asks if I want her number. Well, of course I do! She then asked "Are you going to call me?", to which I reply "Possibly. As of right now, your chances are pretty good.". I waited a few days, called her, and had a few short nice conversations (She likes Boy Meets World? More points to her!) over a few days before I finally asked her out to dinner, to which she agreed. Dinner went well, as we had quite a bit in common in a lot of different areas. After we had finished eating, she wanted to know what else we could do, as it was only 9:30. I had no clue, since I still don't know much about my surrounding area. She suggested a bar. I said "No. I'm low on cash, and I don't like sitting around in bars.". Luckily, she then recommended going back to her apartment, even though it may be "a bit messy". Sure. Sounds good to me.
We arrive at her place, and first thing to occur is meeting her mother. Not on purpose, but rather she happened to be home when we got in. I immediately take notice that she looks nothing like her mother, which is a good thing. We then venture into her room, sans mother, where I was expecting a state of, as she said, "messy".
*Just for reference, I know what "messy" can be. My most recent ex, her room was in a constant state of "messy". I'm talking about "not-being-able-to-see-the-floor, clothes-strewn-all-over-the-room, random-items-left-unnoticed-for-you-to-step-on-while-throw ing-away-the-condom" messy.*
This room was fucking impeccable compared to what I've been led to believe was messy. I could see the floor, and that it was being vacuumed on a regular basis. She had a nice big bed that was properly made, and overall, the room was very cute. The only thing she was worried about was the crockpot and computer monitor that were at the base of her loveseat. I noted that it was an odd combination of items to have in a bedroom, but the fact that they weren't in the way was enough to consider the area clean. She laughed and told me I was funny. Of course I am, and the fact that she noticed that was a mark in her favor. We talk for a few hours while watching TV, and before we know it, it's 3 AM. I notice she's tired, and has to work in the morning, so I suggest ending the night. She agrees, but only because she should already be asleep. She walked me to her front door, gave me a hug, and thanked me for the great evening. I go to grab the door handle, but I decided that since she showed some fortitude by approaching me the week prior, I was going to show some. I lean in to kiss her, and she meets me. After a few lip-locks, I say that I really should go, and I actually make it out the door this time.
I'm going to cut out the filler here, and just let you know the facts that are important. We talked on the phone or texted at least once a day, and I went over to her place a few more times over the following two weeks. I convinced her that I'm awesome (I only recently started believing it myself), and told her that her idea to confront me at work was the best decision she's probably made in her entire life. She appreciated that, and then we made out.
*By the way, making out is wonderful. I must have kissed Jill more times, and for longer periods of time, in the past three weeks than my entire previous four month relationship and the five month relation-shit that followed with "The Mohawked One".*
So, I was feeling pretty good about the way things were progressing. At least until the past few days. Things became, well, odd and slightly complicated. We had made plans to for me to spend the night on Saturday night. I called her on Saturday afternoon to confirm, and got her voicemail. I left a message stating my reason for calling, and thought nothing of it. An hour later, I notice she's left me a voicemail, and in it she explained that she was visiting her father, and wouldn't be going back to her apartment that night, but to call her the next day (Sunday). Meh, no big deal. After work, I went to Toast and danced, so I had a decent time anyways. Sunday arrives, and I have to work. When I get home, I'm exhausted, so I didn't bother to follow up on the request for a phone call. I wake up Monday morning to see a text message from her, hoping that I had a good weekend and that she was hoping I would have called the previous day, and to call later. I go to work, and on my break, I give her a call, and get her voicemail. I tell her to call me, and sure enough, an hour later she calls leaving a voicemail telling me to call her when I get out of work. By then, my cellular phone's battery is low, so when I get home, I decided to use my house phone to call her. Again, I get her voicemail, and as I'm leaving a message, I get an incoming call on the other line. I switch over and there's a guy wondering who I am, as I apparently just called his phone. "Umm, no. I know who I just called, you must be mistaken." I told him. He insisted that I just called him, and wanted to know who I was. We went back and forth until I just told him that it must be wrong number, and hung up. Then, I started thinking, "What if Jill's phone has been stolen?", so when my cellular phone had charged for a couple hours, I called her from it, and just like before, I got the voicemail after a few rings. No message this time though. I went to bed a few hours later wondering what was going on.
*Just a sidenote, she always answers her phone if it's on, unless she's not around to hear it. If she's not going to answer it for any period of time, she turns it off and all calls go straight to the voicemail.*
I wake up at around 2PM on Tuesday, and notice she's left a message on my phone. She was doing "damage control" as her friend thought it would be funny to take her phone from her for the night and make a few calls. So, that explained it all for me, and I decided to call her back. It rang and, yup, you guessed it, went to voicemail. I, again, didn't bother to leave a message, and figured she would notice the missed call and call back. A couple hours later (4 PM), no call, so I decided that if she didn't answer, I'd leave her a message simply asking her to call me when she gets the chance, as it seems she's very busy.
Roll forward to today, Thursday. No response. I decided to call her from work on my break to see what's up. I get a hold of her (Probably because she didn't recognize the number). and immediately can tell there's something different in her voice. I ask her what's been going on and she's a bit hesitant. Hmm... I ask her if she wants to hang out later, and she isn't sure. "Call me when you're leaving work, and I'll let you know.". The next three hours seem to take an eternity, but they finally pass. I'm feeling a bit nervous at this point, because I can already tell what's about to transpire. I call her, and eventually ask her to honestly tell me what she's feeling about being involved with me, as I'm picking up doubt in her voice. "I don't know."
* "I don't know" became her statement of the night. I must have heard it at least fifty times over the course of our forty-five minute conversation.*
I'm not going to go into much detail about the rest, as it was just me trying to get a decent explanation out of her, giving her nothing but reasons to continue her involvement with me, and essentially running her around in circles in the process.
*I ENJOYED EVERY MOMENT OF IT. I'm becoming very good at putting myself over.*
In the end, she wanted to keep me as a friend, as she doesn't want any sort of relationship at the moment. I decided to throw a wrench in that little plan. I gave her a few options:
1. We can continue what we're doing. I told her that we weren't in a relationship at the moment, and we could continue that way, as I enjoyed hanging (read:making) out with her, and she seemed to feel the same way.
2. We can start a relationship. That's what she was looking for anyways, and I think we could have been something great.
3. I don't talk to her for a while, possibly ever again. My mind is still perceiving her as the "girlfriend" type, so I'm not going to be happy when we go out and I don't end up making out with her at some point..
As expected, she went with numero tres. I told her it was a mistake, and she would regret it, as she knows for a fact that guys like me aren't don't come around as often as the assholes she's used to. She agreed. I informed her that I wouldn't call her, but she still has my number if she ever wanted to talk to me. I told her goodbye, thanked her for the past few weeks, and wished her well. She said "Goodnight", and that was the end.
I came out of it feeling better about myself, and thinking less of her as a person. I know the moment we got off the phone, she was regretting it. And she always will. Yet again, I'm the one who got away.
I feel as if I have beginning to discover the happy medium between "Nice Guy" and "Asshole". Being confident, but not too cocky. Being nice, but not being a pushover. I like it. For once, I'm truly liking myself. And honestly, being single isn't being viewed as a bad thing for me anymore.
I AM AWESOME
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By the way, that girl obviously sucks. Nothing I hate more than people who chase after a relationship and then bail.
And I should have an infinite amount of cool points just for being me.