I Have Made A Terrible Mistake

I don't even know where to begin.

After a couple days of really good texting, which may have been a bit too heavy on the R and X rated content for me, I agreed to meet Bachelor #3 tonight in advance of our official first date on Friday. We met up at a local major bookstore.

Mistake number 1: When I saw him, my heart actually sank. The resemblance to his pictures is there, but the pictures he has up on Match are optimally flattering. Clothing disguises the extra pounds, stuff like that, which really you can't blame him for because we all do that. I should've have figured out how to make a graceful exit out, but he started in with the self-deprecating humor (something I am quite fluent in) and I'm just too damn nice.

Mistake number 2: I agreed to go to see his house. Hey, he's a homeowner, and in a nice neighborhood. Attraction can develop, right? There's a personality connection, right? The house is fine; he's doing some work on it so he can put it on the market. It's a six bedroom, 3700 square foot monstrosity that he used to share with other people who were "tenants" although they were also family and close friends. Now that they all have moved out and not wanting to search for roommates on Craigslist, he's going to sell the house and downsize. But the Great Room... the only thing it was missing to make it a frat house was a few empty pizza boxes and a stack of beer cans. In the center, a pool table. Along one wall, his extensive movie collection. On the built-in shelving, his extensive display of collector's edition Legos.

Yes, you read that correctly. For Christmas he got the Imperial Destroyer. It took him 4 days to complete it.

Completing the tour of the Great Room, by the TV there are two video game systems. Yes, two. A current Playstation and a Wii. Okay, fine. As I discovered on the rest of the tour, in other rooms exists additional gaming consoles. I think he has every gaming console ever sold since the original Nintendo - the one where you had to blow on the cartridges.

Mistake number 3: I stayed much longer than I should have. It's been a long year and he talked a good game. It didn't quite live up to my expectations.

So now I really have myself in a pickle. I don't want this to go any further, but frankly I'm not prepared to break someone's heart so soon. I feel like I'm leading him on, too. He's so incredibly smitten with me, that letting him down gently just isn't an option.

Here is the plan at the moment: tomorrow I will not text him nearly as much. He doesn't really know my schedule, so me being "busy" is a viable excuse. Then at some point I will ask him if we can tone down the date some. You know, rather than go to a fancy restaurant that isn't convenient to either of us, how about something more local and casual? I think he knows I'm not 100% into him, and that request will probably tip him off further, but no point in belaboring the inevitable.

I've gotten myself into quite the pickle. More drama for you!

Comments

Post a Comment

We are all adults here. Comments are welcome, but they are also moderated because there has been a marked increase in spam, trolling, and generally snarky and nasty comments being submitted. Different opinions are welcome when expressed maturely; rude comments and links will not be published.

Popular posts from this blog

Two and Done (Late Post)

NOTE: This post was supposed to be posted on November 9. Whoops. Fair warning: I'm pretty blue right now. It seems two and done is the name of the game right now. First there was NDD. Now the Doctor seems to be a two and done. The second date went really well. Then he got sick with a cold and the texting dwindled. And dwindled. I asked him if he was ghosting me, and if he was, to just be upfront about it. "After last night, why do you think I would be ghosting you?" It was a valid point, but didn't explain the behavior. Yesterday I texted him asking to get on his calendar for Tuesday. He thought it might work, said he needed to check his schedule. He was going out of town on Wednesday and hadn't decided if he was leaving "early, early Wednesday morning" or Tuesday evening. Even though we exchanged a few texts, I never really heard back. Today I texted him that I hoped he was feeling better, that I felt his interest in me was waning, if I wa
Read more

Even Bach Had His Mondays - Part 1

For those who may not know, my actual life is that of a classical musician. One of my professors in grad school used to say when things went awry that "even Bach had his Mondays". That was his way of saying that even people who are considered masters of their art form have off days and don't produce their best work. It's been about 3 months since I last blogged, and in that time there have been quite a few Mondays. "Larry" and I decided to be FWB, and that has had more ups and down than a rollercoaster. Granted, a lot of ups. Fundamentally, he is a good guy who doesn't know what the heck he wants out of life and is staring down the barrel of the shotgun known as turning 50. And if we're going to be perfectly honest, he's also a functional alcoholic. Last night I was asked what exactly I meant by that, a "functional alcoholic". I am not opposed to unwinding in the evening with a cocktail or two, or the occasional beer. Sometimes, I o
Read more

It's Getting Cloooooser....

...and Leo's getting laaaarrrrger!! Bonus points if you know what movie I just quoted. We are at T minus 44 hours, give or take, until the ball game.  THE ball game.  The one where me, my good friend, her boyfriend, and her son are being joined by P and his son.  "Date" #2, with an audience and offspring. In the meantime, we've continued our usual texting and such.  Sometimes it's been flirty, even "adults only."  Sometimes it's been strictly business, if you will, such as dealing with the logistics of the tickets for Saturday.  And, nothing new, I keep vacillating between convinced he's into me and convinced he's still actively keeping his options open. What I do know is that about 85% of the time when I text him, I get an immediate reply.  I don't know of anyone else who I text where the response rate is that high.  However, relationships are not built on texting alone.  Leave it to my friend to ask me, "You guys have actua
Read more