Then well...?
I suppose I shouldn't leave the story half-finished.
As mentioned, I'm wasn't entirely confident the date went well. But maybe it did. Or she was willing to give it more time. In any case, she has texted me every day since then for about 10 minutes, just asking what I'm up to. I have provided more than enough outs to determine that she is either still interested, or... something. I'm not entirely sure what nebulous blank that "something" I just wrote is filling in for. Master manipulator? I haven't had much time to access her personality, but somehow I doubt it's one of a master manipulator.
I scheduled another date for Friday, to go see Gravity. This is not exactly the best way to spend more time getting to know a person, and I know this, but I am finding it extraordinarily difficult taking a stranger out on dates. All of my prior relationships have been with friends, barring Queen of Spades, who was herself a special confluence of circumstances; in each instance the relationship pretty much leapt straight to the cuddling on the couch phase, which is what I am most comfortable with. This "guessing game with high probability of failure" phase is stressing me the hell out.
So we're going with cliche movie time. Will I put on my Moves™ during the feature? Will we do something after? Who knows. When I told Roomie my plans, she asked where we were eating. Ah, yes, I suppose that is something normal people do. Movie is a 8pm, so we'd either be doing something real early or trying to find a place opened late. My backup plan was asking her out for drinks after, so maybe combine the two? I keep thinking that I'd rather watch movies on a couch with beers instead, but A) this will be only the 2nd time we have seen each other in person so I don't know if she's comfortable with that, and B) I don't actually have a couch. I was actually thinking about getting a new place by myself after the lease is up in December, but was going to wait until I talked with Callon this December about Japan before setting down any more roots. Indeed, had she not messaged me first, I doubt I would have ever made any moves on OKC at all, at least until the New Year.
So, yeah. There's that tight ball of sickening nervousness in my chest that I haven't felt in quite some time. I mean, I felt some with R and a bit with the relationship prior, but this is some college-grade angst here. And I'm not even entirely sure why. I don't even know this girl well. I keep telling myself that this is practice (at worst), and not to get so worked up about it. Maybe one day I will even believe it. Until then, I am both hating and reveling in this novel emotion that has completely displaced my everyday life.
As mentioned, I'm wasn't entirely confident the date went well. But maybe it did. Or she was willing to give it more time. In any case, she has texted me every day since then for about 10 minutes, just asking what I'm up to. I have provided more than enough outs to determine that she is either still interested, or... something. I'm not entirely sure what nebulous blank that "something" I just wrote is filling in for. Master manipulator? I haven't had much time to access her personality, but somehow I doubt it's one of a master manipulator.
I scheduled another date for Friday, to go see Gravity. This is not exactly the best way to spend more time getting to know a person, and I know this, but I am finding it extraordinarily difficult taking a stranger out on dates. All of my prior relationships have been with friends, barring Queen of Spades, who was herself a special confluence of circumstances; in each instance the relationship pretty much leapt straight to the cuddling on the couch phase, which is what I am most comfortable with. This "guessing game with high probability of failure" phase is stressing me the hell out.
So we're going with cliche movie time. Will I put on my Moves™ during the feature? Will we do something after? Who knows. When I told Roomie my plans, she asked where we were eating. Ah, yes, I suppose that is something normal people do. Movie is a 8pm, so we'd either be doing something real early or trying to find a place opened late. My backup plan was asking her out for drinks after, so maybe combine the two? I keep thinking that I'd rather watch movies on a couch with beers instead, but A) this will be only the 2nd time we have seen each other in person so I don't know if she's comfortable with that, and B) I don't actually have a couch. I was actually thinking about getting a new place by myself after the lease is up in December, but was going to wait until I talked with Callon this December about Japan before setting down any more roots. Indeed, had she not messaged me first, I doubt I would have ever made any moves on OKC at all, at least until the New Year.
So, yeah. There's that tight ball of sickening nervousness in my chest that I haven't felt in quite some time. I mean, I felt some with R and a bit with the relationship prior, but this is some college-grade angst here. And I'm not even entirely sure why. I don't even know this girl well. I keep telling myself that this is practice (at worst), and not to get so worked up about it. Maybe one day I will even believe it. Until then, I am both hating and reveling in this novel emotion that has completely displaced my everyday life.