May 21, 2009.
Wow. May is nearing an end. Where does the time go? Went out with the girls after work last night. We're trying to make a weekly venture to a new restaurant/bar/place that we've never been before so we can discover new things and potentially new people. It's fun.
Last night we chose a place in Toluca Lake called 'Timmy Nolans'. It was a pretty cute irish pub. Kind of dead though and lacking excitement, but we still managed to have fun.
Todd told me he was going to meet me out there for a beer before heading home to pack for his trip. Ok. So about an hour later I text to see if he was actually coming and he said, “Scared to drink and drive, when are you coming back to the oaks?”
I told him I'd probably be out until close, half assuming that would deter a hang out because his flight was at 8am this morning and I figured 2am would be too late for him to hang. But he said that was fine and I should text him when I'm headed back so he can meet up with me.
On the way back, I was two beers in and extremely exhausted, but I text him. No response. Lacey dropped me off home, I got ready for bed and climbed under the covers. 30 min later I get a text from him, “I love McCabes!!” That's his favorite bar in Santa Monica. Um...ok random text. Not sure what to do with that one. So I went with, “Have a good trip.”
Then he replied claiming he hadn't seen my text and asking if I was up for a movie and late night chat?
No. I absolutely am not. I told him I couldn't drive. He said, “I'll come to you.” Really? Will you really?
At this point I was so over trying to hang out with him, so tired and my room looked like a tornado had hit fifteen years ago and dust and dirt has been compiling on top of the rubble since. I was in no mood to quickly clean my room for a guy. So I said, “Don't you have to pack?”
He said, “Pack smack, I'm a guy, I'll just throw clothes into my bag.” Ok...so one more try at deterring him, “And you're ok to drive?”
“Yes, I am. I don't want to impose though...well, I do.” I guess he genuinely wants to hang out. I can't figure out why.
So, that's when I fell asleep. I didn't respond to that one...not sure if I even heard my phone beep when I received it. I was so tired.
This morning I woke up and saw that I had one more text from him, “I just finished getting gas, maybe it's not the best idea. When I get back, dinner date, out in Santa Monica or the oaks?”
Oops...he probably thinks I was ignoring him, but really I was just already deep asleep dreaming about my jealousy and insecurity issues.
I don't know, maybe I need to give Todd another chance. I just can't get a stable read on him. Should I do dinner when he comes back? Opinions??
I'm new to your blog and therefore am not super familiar with the circumstances but this is a tough one!! If you have a pattern of giving too many chances maybe you shouldn't give him another. (that's how I am.) But if he is prompt on setting up the date when he gets back, you still get excited to see texts or calls from him and you don't have a history of too many chances I say "go for it!" :)
ReplyDeleteDo dinner. What have you got to lose, right?
ReplyDeleteI would do dinner when he gets back, won't hurt anything - but would def avoid any late night drunken hang outs!
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