In the sense that the girl I was hanging out with was “Hot n’ Cold”
please laugh
The date went well. It was my first “adult” date that didn’t revolve around hanging out with friends, or go to the mall. Stuff like that, ya know?
I took her out to a martini bar, because I’m fucking classy. Ha. No, she just turned 21 and she said she usually prefers a glass of wine, or something fancy like that.
We arrive there, order our drinks and we hit it off. It was nice that I was able to connect with someone on a romantic, intimate level, since female interaction is not something I’m craving these days. After we had our drinks, we decide to go scavenge for food in the downtown area. After a few minutes of getting lost, we found our destination: A vegan ice cream shop that served delicious non-dairy dessert.
The walk back towards the car was cold, but enjoyable. The moment was present and her vibe was welcoming and full of desire. Of course, I happily obliged. She grabbed my arm for warmth and I grabbed her waist and gently pulled her face in so our lips can touch for a kiss. It was a perfect finish to end the Saturday night.
Sunday was enjoyable as well. We hung out for a few minutes and the spark was still alive.
We didn’t see each other Monday, but texted happily. No problems there.
Tuesday was weird. I texted in the early morning and she did not reciprocate. The night was coming to a close and I decide to text her again. Her text back was weird. She said she had a rough day and didn’t want to spread the negativity. I immediately texted back saying it was okay and I am happy just talking to her. No response.
Wednesday no communication on either side. I didn’t want to text when she is apparently having a “rough” time.
Today is Thursday and I think it’s sealed the deal for me. It appears she doesn’t want anything to do with me, or she is actually going through some serious personal issues. I don’t know, but I’ve accepted. There’s no sadness or sorrow, but it does feel like a huge let-down. It’s like the feeling you get when you are super excited to hangout with your best friend and have made plans two weeks in advance. The day comes and your friend cancels on you.
A huge disappointment.
The only issue is that I wish she would just tell me that she doesn’t want to see me. I’m super okay with it, just tell me! I rather not violently check my phone if I get a text from my friend, hoping it is her.
There’s a silver lining here:
My self-esteem boosted and I feel like Brad Pitt for a girl asking me to hangout. Aw yiss! I’m handsome as fuck right now.
UPDATE:
She texted me and said there was no “spark” and didn’t want to lead me on. No worries, that’s understandable and it’s to be respected. But, good lord woman, give it more than one date to know! Ha! It’s all good.