Ring ring

28 Mar

He called me this afternoon. Crisis averted. He told me he missed me and asked if it was time for our date yet. He said it seemed so far away.

Let’s all swoon together now…

Are you swooning? I am.

Meanwhile, my excellent texting skills worked up #4 so much he’s said he’s going to show up at my house tonight. Sorry, Charlie. I’ll be out. Knock all you want, you can’t come in. At least not tonight.

Advertisements

Reading the subTEXT

28 Mar

I will not text Monsieur le Baguette until he texts me.

I will not text Monsieur le Baguette until he texts me.

Say it with me: no texting Monsieur le Baguette until he texts first.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last twoish months since I started dating again it’s that I need to slow my roll with my text messages. Where initially I was happy to fire off the first text, I’ve stopped doing that.  Thank you, Matt Hussey, for teaching me men like to chase.  Chase away.  A month ago I was freaking out because #4 hadn’t texted me in 2 days.  Recently, I outlasted him for 5 days – I knew he’d eventually pop up again.  I can fucking wait the dude out.  I don’t have to be the first one to send the text message – they are more than able to send a text, and if I don’t it sends the message that they are not the only thing going on in my life.  I am interesting and complex and smart and worth chasing.  Chase me!!

It’s been about 12 hours since MlB sent me a text.  He was “out of town visiting a friend” (code for working on his rebounds) yesterday.  He had mentioned it on Monday night, texted me yesterday morning, and called me around lunch time to chat for a little while.  Last night I sent him a good night text, when he got home (or at least I assume he was home by then) he wrote, “I missed you.  Sweet dreams. :)”  That was just before 1:00 AM.  Haven’t heard from him yet today.  YET is the operative word here.  He is going to text/call me.  I’m 100% positive.  He likes me.  He told me.

How to fill the space while I wait? I’m going to sit here and check my phone every 5 minutes to make sure I haven’t missed his message.  I can wait for him, it’s just not going to be patiently. I’m going to pretend to work.  I’m going to respond to emails.  Then I’m going to check my phone again.

What’s somewhat annoying is that I am getting messages.  They just happen to be from the Chess Player and #4 instead.

Chess Player and I spent most of yesterday and last night text messaging, though I’m trying to slow that one down. We’re going to have to work on some boundary setting.  Am afraid he’s jumping in too fast and thinks we’ll end up somewhere that we will likely not end up. We’re still on for tomorrow, though now I’m thinking I should probably not end up in his bedroom with him.  Partly because I’m not sure I can go through with it, and partly because I think he’ll look for more meaning in what we’re doing than what is actually there.

After 5 days of no messages, #4 sent me a message letting me know he was doing Spring Break with his kids.  Serious adult conversation ensued.  Or at least it did until we turned a corner and it turned to sexting.  That’s been going on since yesterday, and it’s been fun.  He’s on a new workout kick – will write about that later – and I’m now guaranteed to get updates every Wednesday morning.  He likes to hear about my “dates” with all of the details.  ALL of the details.  #4 thinks I shouldn’t bother with the Chess Player.  “Don’t waste time with the [Chess Player]. Your skills are wasted on him.”  Yeah, he’s probably right about the skill match.  Guy is probably ruined for bjs after me.  Sorry, not sorry.  Then #4 changes the subject and texts me all the dirty things he wants to do.  I’m guessing I’ll be seeing him in the next few weeks – now that skill match works just fine.

Kind of funny how a few weeks ago it was #4 who I needed the distraction from, and now he’s the distraction from someone else.  C’est la vie.

MlB, where’s my text message??

I’m just going to check my phone real quick…

Game day

27 Mar

Well, well, well, guess who upped his game a bit today?  None other than the Chess Player.  Guess who happened to have an extra ticket to Opening Day on Thursday?  Also, none other than the Chess Player.  AND, guess who will be escorting yours truly to said Opening Day?  You guessed it!  The Chess Player.

Earlier this week we had made plans to go out for drinks on Thursday.  Figured we’d go out for a few drinks and then he’d show me around his fancy apartment building before our clothing ended up discarded on his bedroom floor.  Again.  When he landed the tickets he figured the game would make a suitable alternative.  Um, yes.  Yes, I agree.  Looks like we have ourselves an actual date on Thursday.  And you know how much I love going out on a Thursday.  Considering Thursday nights seem to be the ones where I entertain my gentlemen callers.

It’s looking like the Chess Player might hit a home run after all.

Protected: Point of no return

27 Mar

This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:

Thrown off his game

26 Mar

It appears the Chess Player is in fact smitten.  Bear witness to our text exchange from last week:

  • CP: Genetics was very kind to you in many ways apparently.
  • Me: Giant breasts and the ability to talk about multiple things at once.  Thank you, genes.
  • CP: Lol I wasn’t only referring to that!
  • Me: And dimples.
  • CP: And you’re smart
  • CP: And you’re nice
  • CP: And you’re funny
  • CP: And hot
  • Me: All true.
  • CP: Do I have to keep going?

Not included in the above is when he invited me over.  For a slumber party. I said I don’t do slumber parties and he said he wanted me to stay, he’d even sleep on the couch so I could sleep.  Then in the morning he’d make me breakfast – he’d even run out and get me coffee in the morning.

I don’t know about you, but that doesn’t sound so casual to me.

I took him by surprise on Thursday.  We’d been texting pretty regular, but when Monsieur le Baguette calls me, I immediately stop texting.  So Thursday Chess Player and I had been texting.  Had to stop to prepare for my big faux 5 year wedding anniversary.  At 8:30 that night he messaged me to find out what I was doing, and I said I was heading out to dinner.  “Got a hot date tonight?” he asked.  “I may,” I replied.  Got one text message back from him and then didn’t hear from him for 3 days.

I feel kind of bad.  The Chess Player is a nice guy.  I enjoy chatting with him, I’d go out with him again.  Sure we have some kind of connection, but when compared to Monsieur le Baguette, there’s really not much competition.  While MlB and I figure out what’s going on – which will not be for awhile since I’ve made it clear he has to rebound before we’re together (although he doesn’t want to) – we’re both able to see other people.  And I plan to.  So, yes, we’ll see what happens with the both of them.

The best thing I can do is be absolutely clear with the Chess Player.  Clear boundaries.  No slumber parties.  We are free to see other people.  This is may not go down the path of a long term relationship.  Maybe it’s wrong.  I’m afraid that I’m going to end up hurting The Chess Player, even with clear defined boundaries of what this is and what this is not.  It’s his choice to make, right?  If he wants to keep going or not?  As long as I’m clear with him of what I can and can’t give to him.  Right?

Fire drill

25 Mar

I think I’m like many women in that I’d love to have a steamy, torrid love affair with a spicy hot firefighter. Or at least a dirty romp. It would be stupid hot, right?

Technically, I had one once. But it didn’t really count. He was a friend (with benefits) from college. Years after we graduated he came to visit and we ended up naked in my room. He was a paramedic at the time, and training to be a firefighter. It was hot, yes, but we got together because we’d already been together.

You can imagine my delight when Tinder presented the 34 year old, 6’6″ fireman. Swipe right!! Even better, we matched!!

We started messaging and it was anything but hot. It’s like a fucking job. Dude gave me nothing to work with. Usually there’s some kind of back and forth when you message someone. Trying to get him to engage is like pulling teeth. After a few days, I stopped responding for fear he’d bore me straight into a coma.

Guess who decided to message me again yesterday and today?

Ok, I’ll bite. Know what? He’s still boring.

Why can’t he be hot and interesting so I can play out my fireman fantasies while Monsieur le Baguette works on his rebounds?

Un-boyfriend unprepared

23 Mar

As I was perusing the face pages earlier this week a memory popped up reminding me that Un-boyfriend and his wife were celebrating 8 years of marriage.  Un-boyfriend and I dated briefly when I was in my early 20’s.  Some people thought we would end up together, he was one of those people.  Our relationship morphed from a romantic one into more of a brother-sister.  Over the years we’ve stayed in touch and will text/email from time to time.  Typically it’s to send loving messages such as:

  • You’re dead to me.
  • Goodbye forever.
  • You’re dead inside.

True friendship.

When the memory popped up in my Facebook feed I immediately sent him a text message to wish him and his wife a happy anniversary.  He immediately fired back with, “Is it today?  Or yesterday? Holy fuck I totally forgot.  Am out of town and haven’t said anything to her yet.”  Of course I wrote back to tell him he was a total asshole and he better call her and send her some god damned flowers.

Guess I shouldn’t be surprised as he’s the same man who I remind every single year for the last 20 to call his mother on her birthday.  I’ve added a reminder to my calendar to remind him when it’s his anniversary.  I’m a good god damned friend.

Nice to know that some things never change.