It’s amazing the difference a day makes

14 Feb

Has it only been a day since that last blog post?  24 hours since I was melting into a puddle on the floor?  Since some random Carly Rae Jepsen song came on the radio and it made me think of him and I immediately said, “fuck” out loud because it meant that I kind of liked him? So much has happened in 24 hours.  All of it has happened in 24 hours.  Okay, maybe not all of it, but a whole lot of it.

No, I haven’t seen #4 again – no naked bodies.  Calm down.

First of all, let me tell you that this guy has some serious game.  Sure, I’ve not played for many years, but I’d think my skills were sharp enough to know how to respond.  He’s left me speechless a few times.  Excellent flirt.  I’m down.  Texts flying back and forth and they were good.

One minute we were flirting on text and then next thing there are some REAL direct questions about marriage, and kids.  Like, immediately.  I’m not used to the “let’s make sure we’re on the same page” conversation until way later in the game.  This was under the guise of “I don’t like the idea of sabotaging another date, but I really don’t like the idea of wasting your time if your’e looking for something more serious” excuse. He doesn’t want any more kids.  He isn’t looking to get married.  Okay, fine by me, no worries, whatever.  I told him I wasn’t planning on picking out a wedding dress and sending baby announcements.

Kids, then things got deep real quick (and I don’t mean that in a sexy way).

Like REAL quick.

Next thing I know we’re talking about life long dreams and what we’re looking for in life and love and didn’t we just make out on the front porch 15 minutes ago and now we’re having an existential conversation?  Then we went down this track where he had this total epiphany of what he really wanted, which I coached him to (because I’m a therapist in my own mind), and it’s like, how the fuck did we get here?

What happened to yesterday when I was swooning and wondering where this would go, to essentially talking him into “let’s just do a friends with benefits” kind of thing?

#4 is in no way, shape, or form ready for a relationship.  I don’t know what happened to him in the past, but there is all sorts of work he’s going to have to do on himself before he gets there.  The kind of work that even I, as a faux therapist, can’t help him with.  So basically I validated there’s nothing wrong with what he’s looking for as long as he’s up front about it. Though I think he has this strange idea that even if what he’s looking for is FWB that it would be a monogamous version of FWB.  Um, no.  That’s not how it works.

So here’s what I’m thinking: we’re not gonna date, we’re gonna just do whatever, and I’m going to go ahead and date other people. We’re not sleeping over at one another’s houses.  We’re not going to meet one another’s friends or families.

Meanwhile, the Tutor (previously know as date #3), is up for tonight’s date.

Things are getting really interesting…

6 Responses to “It’s amazing the difference a day makes”

  1. Grey Goose, Dirty February 14, 2018 at 6:19 pm #

    I honestly have no idea how I feel about this (which is fine, as it has nothing to do with me). I guess it will depend on how good the ‘benefits’ are for all these therapy sessions. I’m certain you’ll be earning them. He sounds like a bit of a mess, and as you may be my spirit animal, I am quite positive that counts as a huge draw. Can’t wait to read what happens next. Oh wait, did that sound creepy?

    Good luck with Ruby Tuesday’s tonight!

    • Catherinette February 14, 2018 at 6:25 pm #

      I’m drawn to messes. It’s my thing. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson by now.

      Good news! We’re heading somewhere else now!!

    • Grey Goose, Dirty February 14, 2018 at 6:33 pm #

      I get it. I swore I’d thrown out my tool bag and would stop trying to fix the broken ones after my last trainwreck, yet I’m still drawn to ‘the projects’.

      Have fun at TGI Fridays! 😉

    • Catherinette February 14, 2018 at 6:52 pm #

      I don’t want to fix this one. I want to crush him. Maybe it’s the PMS talking.

  2. Kel February 14, 2018 at 9:16 pm #

    Here is my mom, I’m an old fart , I’m an old lady and d 47 years old response. Nope. Run. Flee. Don’t waste your time on this. He is heart break waiting to happen. He is playing the “You are hot but…” card. Fuck that shit. You deserve better and you know that!
    Feel free to tell me to fuck off.

    • Catherinette February 15, 2018 at 8:25 am #

      Woman, please!! You’re too young to be an old fart.

      And you’re so right. Yet the ovaries want what the ovaries want. His hot body!!

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