Second Date with T: the F word
Second Date with T: T, me & the F word
Thursday night went out on a second date with T the big shot political journalist. We met on the West End and had Italian food then went out for drinks.
Initially when I saw him again I thought, he eh, he’s not that great looking. But I think it was just the angle of the light. Also he was sweating a bit. The heat does no one favors.
At dinner I realized that he is cute and funny and charming. We get along great. I’m sure we can be pals. But can we be anything more?
He was a total gentleman the whole time. He seemed a bit shy at the end of the date. I was hoping for a goodnight kiss, but it never happened. It was just a sort of a friendly hug followed up by, “I had a great time tonight.” Somehow, though, I believed him. It came out earnestly.
What I really liked about him is that he didn't seem so eager, so keen, so INTO me like all the others. I hate feeling like the only reason why a guy is going out with me is because he wants to get into my pants. I didn't get that vibe from him therefore I felt über relaxed.
He’s chill, relaxed and maybe even a bit guarded. On a perverse subconscious level those are qualities I'm drawn to.
I just had a feeling about him. I felt like we made some connection.
Then understandably I was quite surprised the next day when I got an e-mail from him saying that we should be just friends.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why is it that the guys I actually like are the ones that aren’t too keen on me? The ones that actually fancy me, I’ll have nothing to do with. Am I just weird?
It’s as if the most attractive thing about a guy is how much he rejects me. That’s fucked up, I know.
An old flatmate of mine had a saying,
Here’s to the men that we love.
and here’s to the men that love us
But the men that we love
Aren’t the men who love us
So to hell with the men,
Here’s to us.
Thursday night went out on a second date with T the big shot political journalist. We met on the West End and had Italian food then went out for drinks.
Initially when I saw him again I thought, he eh, he’s not that great looking. But I think it was just the angle of the light. Also he was sweating a bit. The heat does no one favors.
At dinner I realized that he is cute and funny and charming. We get along great. I’m sure we can be pals. But can we be anything more?
He was a total gentleman the whole time. He seemed a bit shy at the end of the date. I was hoping for a goodnight kiss, but it never happened. It was just a sort of a friendly hug followed up by, “I had a great time tonight.” Somehow, though, I believed him. It came out earnestly.
What I really liked about him is that he didn't seem so eager, so keen, so INTO me like all the others. I hate feeling like the only reason why a guy is going out with me is because he wants to get into my pants. I didn't get that vibe from him therefore I felt über relaxed.
He’s chill, relaxed and maybe even a bit guarded. On a perverse subconscious level those are qualities I'm drawn to.
I just had a feeling about him. I felt like we made some connection.
Then understandably I was quite surprised the next day when I got an e-mail from him saying that we should be just friends.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why is it that the guys I actually like are the ones that aren’t too keen on me? The ones that actually fancy me, I’ll have nothing to do with. Am I just weird?
It’s as if the most attractive thing about a guy is how much he rejects me. That’s fucked up, I know.
An old flatmate of mine had a saying,
Here’s to the men that we love.
and here’s to the men that love us
But the men that we love
Aren’t the men who love us
So to hell with the men,
Here’s to us.
posted by Naive London Girl at 7/23/2006 12:42:00 AM
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1 Comments:
It's hard to know what people are looking for when you meet them a couple of times. If you think you like him - why isn't it alright to be just friends? Your business, but you might think about not backing off, unless you're too busy with other relationships that you prefer. The postings won't be as much fun to read, though!
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