...was definitely "the one that got away". I had low expectations after Date #2. Walked into the bar where we were due to meet and play pool and instantly found him attractive which made me nervous! After the game (very embarrassing loss on my part), we sat on a couch in the bar and he leaned towards me, which I took to mean that he was interested! Occasionally he would squeeze my hand or touch my shoulder or something which I thought was very affectionate for a first date. All of a sudden it was time to go and he said goodbye without mentioning that it was a nice time, he'd like to see me again or any mention of contacting me. Of course I was confused - did he like me or didn't he?
I texted him with the encouragement of my girlfriends. "At least you'll know whether or not he's interested straight away" they told me. He texted back and backwards and forwards the messages went until we'd arranged our 2nd date. I had wanted to go to a movie but his flatmates were overseas and he wanted to cook me dinner and watch a dvd at his home. Possibly the biggest mistake I made was agreeing to it.
We cooked dinner together and the air just sizzled with chemistry. I still cannot forget when I asked him if my earrings were facing the right way, him brushing my hair back and investigating them very carefully. I have never before had chemistry to the degree that I had with this guy. Whether it was the fact that my last relationship was so long ago (my marriage) or that I was so unused to dating for their to be boundaries and steps and stages of things progressing, or whether it was just the combination of "us" but he would hold me and I would literally be dizzy from it, and my rational thought and judgment completely clouded and abandoned. I just went with it.
To this day I cannot exactly tell you specifically what ended it except to say that I was not what he was looking for. We spent six weeks together - or sort of together. He was constantly hot and cold. Sometimes in the space of an hour. I told him the pattern seemed to be that Thursdays he was hot and by Sunday he'd turned cold. He couldn't make up his mind about me over a period of six weeks. I wasn't the first woman he couldn't make his mind up about. Turns out that he's like that with every woman he's ever dated - just that our's was a shorter version. Despite the friendship, despite the intimacy and long talks into the night about everything, despite the chemistry, the passion, the affection - in six weeks it was over. And for a time, so was my interest in dating.
I texted him with the encouragement of my girlfriends. "At least you'll know whether or not he's interested straight away" they told me. He texted back and backwards and forwards the messages went until we'd arranged our 2nd date. I had wanted to go to a movie but his flatmates were overseas and he wanted to cook me dinner and watch a dvd at his home. Possibly the biggest mistake I made was agreeing to it.
We cooked dinner together and the air just sizzled with chemistry. I still cannot forget when I asked him if my earrings were facing the right way, him brushing my hair back and investigating them very carefully. I have never before had chemistry to the degree that I had with this guy. Whether it was the fact that my last relationship was so long ago (my marriage) or that I was so unused to dating for their to be boundaries and steps and stages of things progressing, or whether it was just the combination of "us" but he would hold me and I would literally be dizzy from it, and my rational thought and judgment completely clouded and abandoned. I just went with it.
To this day I cannot exactly tell you specifically what ended it except to say that I was not what he was looking for. We spent six weeks together - or sort of together. He was constantly hot and cold. Sometimes in the space of an hour. I told him the pattern seemed to be that Thursdays he was hot and by Sunday he'd turned cold. He couldn't make up his mind about me over a period of six weeks. I wasn't the first woman he couldn't make his mind up about. Turns out that he's like that with every woman he's ever dated - just that our's was a shorter version. Despite the friendship, despite the intimacy and long talks into the night about everything, despite the chemistry, the passion, the affection - in six weeks it was over. And for a time, so was my interest in dating.
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