I saw you come into the bar and give the bouncer the hugest hug. I love it when men are affectionate with each other, so I noticed you instantly. You had scruff and a flannel shirt and the best dance moves. I was watching you, but we never spoke or danced together.
Apparently you noticed me noticing you. You told me later that’s why you asked for my number.
We texted a bunch here and there but never got around to hanging out until months later.
We finally went out for an epically long date, though I wasn’t sure it was a date the entire time. You are witty and fun and we got along, despite the fact you are super religious.
We awkwardly half kissed goodbye in a pretty non-sexual way. I’ve been told so many times that I come on too strong, so I was sort of letting you take the lead in this situation. I assumed you wouldn’t contact me ever again.
But two weeks later, we hung out again. I went to your house and we had relatively awkward sex. Certainly not the worst, but not the best either.
And that was it. I think if I texted you, you would politely invite me to go out dancing. But I think if I didn’t text you, I’d never hear from you again.
I cannot figure out what just happened, even a little.
Maybe you just aren’t that into me.
But we seemed to get along, and you kept pursuing me. The next day you told me it was fun and we vaguely referred to future hang out times. I feel like if you just wanted to hook up, you would have approached it differently.
It makes me inclined to think that maybe you just aren’t that into ladies.
But maybe that’s just because I’m used to boys who are feminists.
Maybe you think I’m too fat.
You are really into working out.
Maybe it’s that we became facebook friends and now you think I’m whorish.
But probably you just aren’t that into me.
For what it’s worth, I’d totally hang out with you more if you wanted to figure it out.
Or we could just become dance buddies, which I suspect is what you wanted all along.