Monday, April 21, 2008

How do you...

How do you make someone like you that may not possibly like you, at least in that way. It's not possibly like you, following the rule books of men, I know this guy doesn't like me. And I cannot figure out why I like him either. He is just lucky, I guess, my "like light" is on at the worst possible time and for the least likely prospect, and it's just ill advised because he is not feeling me.

To shed some light on this, let me elaborate.

So mystery guy from 2 weeks ago called me on Saturday from nowhere, after having ignored my calls all week. He said he would like to meet me wherever I am. So I tell him. But he never shows up. Hmm...

In the interest of trying, I send him a text Sunday evening to ask, What gives, why didn't you show up? He does not respond.

So I go to church and come back with this unnerving need for some alcohol. So I decide to try Geisha House. Disastrous pretentious place. (More on that later) And then I move on to Atlantic Grill, and still no service. So as a final resort, I go to Fox Sports Grill. Have not been there since I moved across the street from it. But hey, if anyone should serve me it would be my friendly neighbor. And they did.

Who do I bump into ordering a drink. Him, yes he that does not respond to phone calls. He sends me texts and calls me to alert me to him, but I feign interest and then eventually he catches my eye and then I join him and his cousin.

We end up going back to my place to finish the game and I made some wings. I kept trying to put the moves on him but he was not having it. He didn't make a move and I ran out of moves. During the evening he insinuated that I should get with his cousin, which sort of irked me. Why would you even think that? He also tried to keep it simple with me, maybe cos he didn't want his cousin to see. I don't know. We ended the evening with a hug and few cheesy text messages in which I confessed that I do have a crush on him. But he didn't say anything tangible in response. Cheesy text about us having to do something about it. Tssk, tssk, tssk.

So you see I did not woo him and he was not wooed by me, and I don't know why I should even bother. But so it is, dating in your 30's.

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