Well I'm a fucking idiot.
So things had been going well. I told Corrie the other night that I was gonna bite the bullet and ask this guy out for a drink after rehearsal; didn't get get up the nerve to at the time, but I did get the chance to drop him off at home (since he takes the Metro and we get out too late usually for him to catch the last train). So that was cool...then tonight, the same story, only we did indeed agree to grab a drink and some munchies before going home. So things are fabulous...he directs me to another part of town where the good bars are, and apparently most of the theatre crowd hangs out. We run into two of his friends from Shakes, and have a great time. Of course, you guys know me...you give me a beer or two and my shyness disappears. He pays even though I offer to cover my half, etc. Afterwards we head on, and the car ride is great, including plenty of flirting that has been building up most of the day, and for most of the week for that matter. But somehow something goes wrong. We had last week made tentative plans to go to Alchemy tomorrow night together, and then earlier this week we were making some jokes about me getting hit on whenever I go there. So basically we're talking about tomorrow, and he says something along the lines of "I do wanna go, but I also don't wanna get in the way of whoever you might meet and go home with, because I don't wanna miss that story." I about slam on my brakes thinking, wow, do you really think I'm a whore - and say about the equivalent. He immediately apologizes, but I'm completely thrown, and we're just about back to his place. So I try to laugh it off and say I'm not offended, and when I stop the car I forget to unlock his door (which I had done last night by accident, too) so we joke again about "me wanting to keep him in the car" and me being the idiot that I am and completely forgetting the huge convo atom bomb we just had about 30 seconds earlier, I say something along the lines of "well, you're gonna have to offer your body to me to get out" so he hesitantly gives me his arm, and I tell him that's a start (really reaching for this wanted kiss now, eh?) and he immediately unlocks the door and gets out, without turning back.
So I feel like a prize fool. Again. Maybe I should actually listen when my mom tells me no one wants to date me.
So I guess I go to work and apologize tomorrow for misunderstanding his intentions and for putting him on the spot, but really...what the hell? I stood in the shower for awhile tonight looking back on this week, and dammit, I wasn't pulling at strings here. What the hell would he have thought I would have imagined? But I guess he's just one of those guys who is both really friendly and really flirtatious...and everyone got the memo but me.
So things had been going well. I told Corrie the other night that I was gonna bite the bullet and ask this guy out for a drink after rehearsal; didn't get get up the nerve to at the time, but I did get the chance to drop him off at home (since he takes the Metro and we get out too late usually for him to catch the last train). So that was cool...then tonight, the same story, only we did indeed agree to grab a drink and some munchies before going home. So things are fabulous...he directs me to another part of town where the good bars are, and apparently most of the theatre crowd hangs out. We run into two of his friends from Shakes, and have a great time. Of course, you guys know me...you give me a beer or two and my shyness disappears. He pays even though I offer to cover my half, etc. Afterwards we head on, and the car ride is great, including plenty of flirting that has been building up most of the day, and for most of the week for that matter. But somehow something goes wrong. We had last week made tentative plans to go to Alchemy tomorrow night together, and then earlier this week we were making some jokes about me getting hit on whenever I go there. So basically we're talking about tomorrow, and he says something along the lines of "I do wanna go, but I also don't wanna get in the way of whoever you might meet and go home with, because I don't wanna miss that story." I about slam on my brakes thinking, wow, do you really think I'm a whore - and say about the equivalent. He immediately apologizes, but I'm completely thrown, and we're just about back to his place. So I try to laugh it off and say I'm not offended, and when I stop the car I forget to unlock his door (which I had done last night by accident, too) so we joke again about "me wanting to keep him in the car" and me being the idiot that I am and completely forgetting the huge convo atom bomb we just had about 30 seconds earlier, I say something along the lines of "well, you're gonna have to offer your body to me to get out" so he hesitantly gives me his arm, and I tell him that's a start (really reaching for this wanted kiss now, eh?) and he immediately unlocks the door and gets out, without turning back.
So I feel like a prize fool. Again. Maybe I should actually listen when my mom tells me no one wants to date me.
So I guess I go to work and apologize tomorrow for misunderstanding his intentions and for putting him on the spot, but really...what the hell? I stood in the shower for awhile tonight looking back on this week, and dammit, I wasn't pulling at strings here. What the hell would he have thought I would have imagined? But I guess he's just one of those guys who is both really friendly and really flirtatious...and everyone got the memo but me.
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