The Motorcycle Guy

Saturday early evening my date calls. He seems really sweet and seems to have some idea of the social norms of dating in the 21st century. I am really impressed when he has the foresight to ask, “Would you like to dress up or go casual?” If any of you have not suffered through a date when the two of you are dressed completely opposite, consider yourself lucky.

His prospects are good. He owns a house and his own business, 35, no kids, never been married.  It looks more and more promising every minute.  We went to dinner at a chain restaurant near Park Meadows mall.  He opened the car doors for me, the restaurant doors and did the gentleman thing.  It was sweet.  We sat there and talked a little too long… I don’t like to hog a table on a Saturday night, it’s rude to the customers that are waiting to be seated; plus the waiter wants the table to turn so he can make more tips.  But we were having a nice time that we didn’t notice how long we were sitting there. 

Finally I suggest that we go hang at a 24 hour Starbucks, that way we don’t have to worry about being kicked out.  He drives all the way there, and I realize I have lost my glasses.  So, back the restaurant we go.   This is also a great sign that he is thoughtful and considerate; he had turned around and suggested we go back before I had the chance to ask.  Luckily the glasses are there.   Then I need to find a bathroom, which I REFUSE to complain about.  After the bladder infection and the PID,  and the catheter, I will never complain about peeing again.  At this point, it is getting later, and I don’t want Starbucks anymore.  Should we call it a night, go to a bar, go see a movie?  I suggest we go by my apartment to watch a move On Demand.

NEWS FLASH!!! Calling all men!!  Sometimes she is only inviting you over and not inviting you “back to her place.”  Anyway, he takes this as a major sign that I want things to get physical.  He even comments on it several times.  I order the movie, something with Shia LaBeouf (both hands intact).  Well, I’ve seen the movie before, and he doesn’t really like it.  One thing leads to another and things do get physical. (I am such a cliche.)

It’s now been almost 48 hours since he left my apartment.  He has yet to call or send an e-mail!!  Hello!  Are you stupid or what?  Doesn’t he know that he should call?  I am so angry!  It’s not like I am 18 or 20 and crying at home with the phone in my hand because he didn’t call.   I’m not hurt at all.  In fact, I hope he is NOT planning on calling.

You want to know why?  Because if he is not smart enough to call the next day or the day after that, then why would I want to hear from him.  I don’t want anyone that inconsiderate or dumb.  If he does call, I’m not going to yell, but I will let him have it for being so increadibly stupid about women.  You don’t play the waiting game, you don’t skip out.  Everyone knows the guy is supposed to call the next day! 

UPDATE: He waited four days to call. When I brought it up and asked why, he said it had only been a couple of days. When I mentioned how long it had been, he was suprized. Turns out the guy has a bad handle on time because of how busy he is. I told him that I figured he was not interested since he hadn’t called, and he assured me that was not the case. It’s now a month later and he never called again. Why buy the cow, right?

And the search continues…….

~ by scifibutterfly on August 4, 2008.