Renegade Dating: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
Then he left for two weeks and what seemed the longest weeks of my life. Okay, I am exaggerating because school kept me busy. During these two weeks, we incessantly texted:
Him: “ Are you on Snapchat?
Me: “ I am too cool for that…”
Him: “ My higher intelligence is preventing me from sleeping…”
Me: “Well, you better dumb it down!...”
Him: “On my way to LA now, preciosa (Spanish for ‘Precious’…) and hopefully we can hang out when I get back…”
And the texts flew back and forth during his two weeks away. We are both so passionate about spoken word that I told him that I would sign him up for a performance without his knowledge so he could show off his skills to me. He did not take me up on that ‘offer’ but did offer to give me a private performance on two conditions:
1) That I agree to go out with him on a second date (Heck yeah!!)
2) That I don’t become annoying in-between (Major side eye as I intrigue him as much as he does me!)
Needless to say, I am getting a private performance. And a second date. The latter of which I was worried would actually happen. I, sometimes, screenshot his texts to my roommate when he would say something funny. And I…ahem…accidently resent HIM the screen shot. He asked if I was sharing our conversations. Oh, the embarrassment! And so I copped to it. I told him that it was a one-time thing (it wasn’t) and that I wanted to share the funny comment. His response?
He made me like him even more. Darn it. I don’t need this. He is in an open relationship. Admittedly, I don’t know what it looks like but no need to be emotionally involved if I am going to be the ‘side chick’! Right? Right? I still haven’t saved his number in my phone. To this day, he is just a number without a name.
And as we incessantly texted during the week, he went:
“ Do you like dessert? I’m thinking we eat cheesecake and get a bottle of wine, all while discussing the upcoming election and key platforms the candidates are pursuing. Either that, jager bombs and fried food while listening to rap. Your choice.“
I don’t know about you but I love a man who knows his grammar and well-constructed sentences. I found it irrevocably sexy. As I declined the thought of discussing politics on a Friday night (and honestly, because I need to brush up on my politics. I don’t want to look like a fool!), I chose the second option and we agreed to meet on Friday for our second date. The date has evolved to include bowling, fried food and some sort of alcohol.
This guy, whom I am going to now refer to as ‘Latin’ in reference to his heritage (Latin America), is slowly creeping into my heart. And I am fighting so hard to not let him in too deep. But, I like him. I really, really like him. Our second date?
Friday, November 6th, 2015. Exactly two weeks since he left.