Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Eager Beavers scare me.

So i'm not a pro when it comes to the dating world.

In fact for those readers who have followed will know my last attempt was not only with a complete stranger but someone who didn't even bother to show up and didn't even have the courtesy to explain why. Never mind language was a difficulty and the fact that it was he who initiated the interest. So to conclude Mr. Date #1 was pretty much over before it even started.

Then there is Mr. Date #2. At first my initial impressions were, yea nice guy, likable personality and conversation was plentiful. [Of course alcohol does help with the nerves].

However, which brings me to the point of how long does one wait before they ask to see the person again?

Just to fill you in, i can't remember the last time we saw one another because by the information i gathered it was at least a year ago. And our conversations had only lasted as long as one drink in a crowded smokey club.

So anyway with case #2, during the first date, the "hey... are you interested to watch a movie tomorrow?" was inserted in the conversation casually, just as one would comment about how the weather is and how it might rain soon.

Seriously when a girl is put on the spot and holding a glass of wine, everything seems fine and dandy.

But this is when it gets tricky. 24 hours [i could even say within the 3 hours of agreeing to meet] to have received text messages with the word "Darlin" and "Sweetie" as part of each single text message i think is a bit... much, to say the least. And not long after did the virtual kiss aka "muaks" get added as a sign off.

Here is this semi-stranger who i've JUST got to know [as of 28 hours ago], wanting to spend time with me just out of the blue and who happens to have kept my digits all this while.

But that's not all...

To receive a SMS 4 hours prior to the movie starting and suggesting that he brings over a particular ale that i mentioned i liked in the conversation the night before and that we drink them at my apartment before we watch the premier of Spiderman 3. [Basically inviting himself over].

I'm sorry but unless i know the person well enough or my judgment seems to have been clouded by one too many drinks and i'm wreaking of stale smoke, then chances are that i'll let you into my apartment. With the case of Mr. Date #2, neither of those descriptions were met.

And YES, i did freak out SLIGHTLY

Plus it didn't help that earlier i had forgotten to take my meds because i was preoccupied with work. So when this whole can-i-invade-your-sanctuary-and-let's-drink-ale deal came up, it suddenly got me in this really strange fucked up mood and wishing that the meds would kick in faster.

And apart from my not-quite-there cleavage slightly exposing itself last night [i blame the cut of the fabric], i believe i wasn't sending the wrong signals. And after an emergency phone call to AnBloodyMumNohMore saying he was actually in the area and had bought 2 beers and wanted to come over, she managed to calm me down.

This is when my imagination goes out of control! Stories about stalkers come flooding in and wondering whether or not he'll suddenly lash out and end up taking advantage of me. So i quickly messaged him to say it wasn't convenient for him to come up and that i'd meet him downstairs.

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I can totally empathize those guys who get a bit stand offish when their first date calls one too many times after their initial meeting. Then to go all out there already offering to drive you places. [But then again, he could be just very polite and helpful. One could never be too sure nowadays].

I don't know about you but as much as the whole Playing Hard To Get game goes, i think it's a complete brain fuck and i'm old enough to know that all that does is lead a person on. But i've also realised that being an Eager Beaver ain't much better either.

Needless to say, i thanked him for the movie and although i am super tired and busy this weekend, hopefully he'll tone down on the gung-ho attitude.

Seriously, let this woman breathe. My brain still hurts and i'm totally knackered.

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