Maybe he just wasn’t that into me at first but my boldness, and subsequent cool-ness about the whole thing changed his mind?
(According to the guy friends I’ve spoken to, these theories are the most likely.) He was definitely into me the night we met, then after he wasn’t into me, but then my calling him sent him back to being into me, the point is, it’s never cut and dry.
I didn’t get it, he was so into me that weekend, what could have possibly changed so dramatically?
I called a few friends to tell them what had just happened and they couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer awfulness and hilarious awkwardness of it all.
It’s just been a really crazy week, but I should have called.” I smiled, “No worries, it’s been a busy week for me too,” cool as a cucumber.
Deducing that I had nothing to lose, I decided to go with the latter because he was cute and funny and he gave me butterflies in my stomach which no one had done since my ex and I had been incapable of feeling anything for anyone after my ex and now I finally had feelings again and feelings don’t come around every day so I wasn’t gonna let this go so easily. From there, a horrifically awkward conversation ensued.
Well I firmly believed this for a while but now I’m gonna have to say that’s not always the case.
Through the years I, like most of you, I’m sure, have found myself in those infamous and utterly maddening situations.
Towards the end of the date, he looked like a fool in love.
He couldn’t pry his eyes away from me and said he had never felt this way about a girl after a second date. There was no doubt in my mind that I’d be hearing from him again and I was right.