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Friday night I made dinner for the physical therapist. I asked a couple of my friends what they thought would be a nice meal to prepare and narrowed it down to pesto-marinated chicken stuffed with mozzarella and spinach, served with pasta and homemade sauce. Bought all the stuff for that and forgot garlic, so I stopped at the store on the way to her house. I started to buy some carrot cake from the bakery (as I remembered that it was her favorite) but called to make sure she hadn’t already covered dessert. She said she had, and it was a surprise. Yeah for surprises.
Got to her place and she watched me cook. Dinner was really good and I should pat myself on the back for that. We drank wine and talked about my Dad, who is physically handicapped and in need of some physical therapy. She has been interested in meeting him since day one. Though this was only the third date, it seems like we’ve been seeing each other longer… I definitely opened myself up more to her than the other girl.
We popped-in a DVD and sat in the floor because her dog decided that she wanted the couch to herself. I wrapped my arm around her and she snuggled-up… but when I leaned in to kiss her she didn’t move her head to meet me, so I got a cheek. I jokingly commented about her shyness, despite the fact that we were alone and watching a movie on her couch in a dark, candle-lit apartment. Then came the surprise…
She went in the laundry room for a minute and came out holding a birthday cake, complete with lit candles. She baked me a birthday cake. In that moment, I think I started to fall for this girl. I blew-out the candles and pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. She didn’t mind. I told her that I think it would be okay for her to meet Dad, but he’s got a very negative attitude and can be offputting… so I was concerned about him upsetting her and I don’t want that to happen because I like her. I admitted that I liked her. I couldn’t stay the night, so I took some cake for the road and told her about my tentative birthday plans next weekend and that her presence was requested. She kissed me on the lips goodnight (she finally made a move) and I drove home happy… happy that I no longer had any doubts about whether she liked me.
So Sunday comes and I hang out with Patrick and his girlfriend all day. We went to the Braves game and got something to eat in L5P. Went home, took a nap and watched Star Wars on cable. Then I got around to checking my email….
I had a message from her and the first sentence reads: “So I am going to write lots down because I am horrible at saying them.” Shit.
To paraphrase, she just wants to be friends. Due to a bad 4-year relationship (there is always a bad past relationship, isn’t there), she will not allow herself to move towards a new relationship unless she’s feeling 100% about it. She wanted to wait and see how Friday went before she made up her mind. The sweet text messages/emails, the dates, baking a birthday cake, the interest in my father’s well being… all things done by a naturally kind, generous girl that made me fall for and open-up to her more so than the other. And now I’m upset… on my birthday. It’s days like this that make me not want to open my heart to others and I wish she would have just ignored me after the first date like your average girl who isn’t feeling it, rather than continuing to see me and feel conflicted the whole time. I wasn’t too sure about her until after Friday too… it’s just funny how we both decided two different things.
She’s open to talking about it with me and still wants to help Dad. I texted her after a stiff drink and confirmed receipt of the Dear John-esque email, taking her up on the offer to talk about it and requesting that we do it in person rather than via phone. I think we could be friends. It’s much easier to say that when you’re dating other people… I just wish Friday night hadn’t happened, or at least went as well as it did. Better now than a week/month from now.
Things are going well in the dating life. People who aren’t right for you tend to weed themselves out in the grand scheme of things. Tomorrow night I’m trying my hand at cooking a nice, Italian dinner.
After asking multiple people to attend the Sunday Braves game with me, looks like I’ll be going as the third wheel. Cheap seats and sunburn, here I come! Patrick and I are getting lunch on Saturday; first time in ages I’ve hung out with him sans girlfriend… not counting strip clubs.
Speaking of strip clubs, my birthday is Monday. I have no idea what I’m doing besides watching the Championship game. Maybe I’ll order the 4-4-4 pizzas from Dominos and stick some of those candles on them… the kind that you can’t blow out. That’s what sucks about a Monday birthday… or a mid-week birthday… no one is really free to celebrate, including yourself. So I need to get everyone together next weekend. Unfortunately not everyone loves tipping naked, single mothers like I do. Maybe get everyone to a bar? We could go old-school and go to Six Flags…. yeah right.
On a different note… like I said, things are going well in the dating department. I’ve all but quit Eharmony for now, as I’m dating two women from the site right now and content with that. I just got home from the interior designer’s house, opting to sleep in my own bed tonight rather than someone else’s. I check my email and, out of the blue, I’ve got an email from my ex, J. We haven’t said two words to each other since before Christmas and even then it was only about two words…. before that it was probably before Halloween. She wants to know if I’ll have dinner with her. Doesn’t say why, but she totally understands if I do not wish to see her. Okay, that blows my mind…..
My next post will provide a little background info, but I’m password protecting it because it’s very personal to me. You can email me for the password.
