Continuation from the cliff hanger
So as I was saying about Kevin wanting to plan, quote, “the next date” I knew I had to GTFO.
CM and I ended up going to Portland to visit MB and look at cool stuff, while eat great food. When we got back into Eugene, I finally crafted a text to let K know that I wasn’t looking for anything serious. The text read,
“Hey sorry, been with friends in Portland and haven’t had a chance to respond I’m not sure if you’ve been seeing other people, but I just wanted to do a check in and let you know that I didn’t really join tinder for anything serious and I’m talking to a few other people as well. Just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page!”
Fun fact, I recycled this message to use for the situation with T. It didn’t have quite the same effect.
He took it quite well, I think. We still have been talking semi-consistently, which is fine by me. I haven’t had a chance to meet up with him since that message, and he definitely has backed off from asking me to join him on just about every outing he takes, which is kind of a relief in terms of social pressure and exhaustion in general. We’ll see what happens next.
So let’s just start with the beginning of the end with T. Here’s that recycled message.
So other than trying to save face with his response, it goes over fairly well. The main reason why I felt the need to send this check-in message was because T’s personality is pretty flat, and motivation/drive-wise in life is pretty much a flat-line as well. He has a stable job, and also is not really making any moves in terms of next step in life, as far as I can tell. Which also leads me to say that we have never really had an in-depth conversation about ANYTHING. It’s quite surface level most of the time and doesn’t really lead to anything other than what has happened since the last time we saw each other or any fascinating stories throughout life, blah, blah, blah. And seeing that last night was the 4th installment of hanging out, I feel like that should have happened on multiple occasions by now.
So Friday night. Last night. I was in a weird mood to begin with, which I’m not really sure why that was the case. Could have been because I got up at 4:50 am to go to the 5:30 gym class I wanted to do, or the 4 hour training on crisis de-escalation from 1-5 pm, or that I might have PMS. Who the fuck knows. All I can say was that my mood was off. I invited T to come out at 10pm to Fathoms, because we were going to do the movies that night, but MB was coming into town and I really wanted to see/hang out with her, seeming I don’t get to all that often.
He was down for that, met up with TW and I (MB was doing a radio show from 10-12 am) and he held his own the whole night fairly well, which was a relief, seeming that he’s probably the most introverted of the three dudes.
All was pretty decent, until it was nearing the end at Fathoms (we were about to head over to Max’s) and he had mentioned that he was pretty intoxicated. This comment was fine, until it was immediately followed by how pretty I looked that night, which then tipped me off that he quite possibly interpreted my gentle let-down text as a “I only hook-up with guys” text. Fuck.
Fast-forward, we get to Max’s, things progressively go further down-hill, mainly because I:
remain sober, while he proceeds to drink,
I become progressively more tired,
TW is being boisterous, which is starting to annoy me, per usual,
and socially, I’m reaching my tap out limit.
Anyway, T puts his arm around my lower back, for THE REST OF THE NIGHT. Sans when I went to the bathroom twice, and ran away with MB to go get peanuts from inside. This would have been okay without him mentioning how beautiful I was and that he liked me, and then after saying thanks and not really reciprocating anything, getting into this whole conversation about how he’s “curious” as to what I think of him. I’m pretty sure I audibly sighed at this point. If not, I just did currently while writing this.
I told him that I’m not really the relationship-type, which made him pretty defensive, due to him interrupting me and saying that he’s not looking for a relationship, blah, blah, blah. He says he likes hanging out with me, and I probably agree or some shit, out of pressure to not be a total dick.
Excerpts: TW wants me to drop him off at his car, which is a 5 min walk away. I’m not pleased. I tell him that he can walk and that I just want to go home. He tries to get me to hang out at the High St. house, which is probably semi-fueled by the fact that if I hang out there, I would be obligated to drive him over. I say no, many-a-times. T jumps in and is saying how TW shouldn’t drive, he’s had too much to drink, TW gets defensive and says that it sounds like T is talking down to him. Shit show commences. I tune out.
Post shit show, I now agree to drop TW off at the High house, thanks T.
I drop of friends, SR, RG, and TW. T is in the front and MB in the back seat. I tell T that I’m going to drop him off and all it a night.
I get to his house, car-hug him, he tells me to let him know when I’m free to hang out again. I say, yeah, he shuts the door, grabs his bag from my trunk, I roll the window down as I’m leaving to say bye, he thinks I’m going to kiss him, things get REAL WEIRD, I make ZERO eye contact while saying good-bye so he doesn’t come any closer to the window. MB and I promptly leave. It’s 3 in the fucking morning. I’m exhausted. We get back to my place and he has already texted me.
He has already told me this verbally. He has told me this verbally less than 15 minutes ago. Whatever. I’m also in a weird mood, so who knows if I’m just getting agitated for no reason. We’ll see what happens next. I’m not exactly planning on replying to this soon.
Alright. 2 down, 1 more to explain. I’ll get to that one soon.
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