Life has been so crazy busy that I am now only just sitting down to write about what happened Friday night with Philly Boy. I’m actually sneaking this entry in at work, hidden in the back, away from everyone!
6:55 pm, I receive a text message from Philly Boy saying that he is outside. Now again, this is a faux pas in my dating book. I don’t understand why he can’t come knock on my door and walk me to the car like every other guy that comes to take me out…
I walk out to the street, feeling slightly like a hooker getting picked up for an hour romp in a seedy motel. Ok granted the white Mercedes with a private driver isn’t seedy…
He is sitting in the passenger seat until he sees me walking to the car and gets out. He gives me a one arm hug, half hug to be exact. Another thing that bothers me, why can’t he give me a 2 armed hug! He does actually say that I look nice. We walk around to the driver’s side back seat because he wants me to see his good side… There are actually no good sides!
He tells me that we are going to a dinner and a show. I’m relieved because I can’t image what I could talk to him about if it was just dinner. Where he takes me is a good 40 minutes drive and we may have spoken no more than 5 minutes worth of conversation. It was a very LONG drive to dinner….
We arrive and he asks if we can sit in the booth. We all know why he wants to sit in the booth, so he can sit right next to me instead of across the table. We order food, share some dishes because it is a tapas restaurant and I drink away the uncomfortable-ness I feel sitting next to him.
Thank goodness the show starts because we have NOTHING to talk about! I try really hard to engage him but he definitely is not a story teller and he doesn’t ask me questions. It’s as though he isn’t really interested in getting to know me but he enjoys being around me… The more alcohol I consume, the less attractive I find him.
Dinner and show are over and we move to the patio area of the restaurant. Once again we find ourselves sitting in a booth. We’re settling in and he suddenly asks for a hug. I can tell at this point he is definitely working up some courage because he begins to get touchy feely with me. I try very hard to skirt away from him, he even comments that I’m sitting so far away. I want to desperately leave and try to figure a way to let him know that this isn’t working out.
It is very difficult to not hurt someone who is genuinely nice. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I knew deep down that we would never work out
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. No matter how much time we had together or how he wined and dined me, it wasn’t going to happen.
I kept approaching the subject of children with him, he wants them and I tried to angle the conversation to see if he would ask me if I wanted them, so I could break it to him that I don’t want them. But of course he never asks me, he probably assumes that I do want them.
Finally, I tell him that I have to go because the smokers are making it difficult for me to breathe. We walk out with his hand on the small of my back. Then he switched up and we ended up walking to the car linking arms.
The car ride home was once more filled with silence. I don’t know if he thinks this is normal but at this stage in the dating game, we should have endless conversations, and the silence is definitely not comforting… He once again walks me to my stairs and I give him a hug good bye. Thanking him for dinner and tell him to call me when he gets back to LA in a week. I didn’t have to heart to tell him never to contact me again and I didn’t want him to ask me out again right then.
I had hoped that would have been the last time I would see him BUT this Sunday, just as Plums and I were making our good bye rounds at a bar for a birthday party, guess who walked into the door…
Philly boy! UGH!!!!!
I tell him hello and that we are just about to leave but he insists on buying us a drink. I really don’t want to stay but Plums agrees. I kept my distance. I once again had nothing to say to him. Plums actually ends up talking to him for a little while, long enough for the drink to be consumed. I bounce between them and our friends who are still hanging out at the bar. She too realizes that he is not a great conversationalist.
Thank goodness Plums finally uses the excuse that we have to leave because she needs to feed the dogs at the house she is sitting. He walks us to the front of the bar and we say our good byes once again.
I really do hope that will be the last to Philly Boy. Yes I know that it’s all within my grasp to end it, but I really don’t want to hurt him… But keeping him stringed along would be much worse then letting him know that we are not compatible.