Oh my god, this is like my third post today -but I never did post about the date!
So I went on the date Sunday night with Grant. As it turned out, we had agreed to meet around 7 or so. He called the day before and told me that he had to work and it might be as late as 8:30. Then, for some reason, he wanted to avoid 64 and took 90 out to Genoa road (from Shaumburg). About 10:00 he got into town and met me at the movie theater around the corner. He was pretty much a gentleman, we made conversation and ended up eating cheese-fries and a salad (guess who had what?) and then walking back to my place where was babysitting for me. She kept silently asking me if she should go, and I kept trying to shake my head violently without looking too obvious. He wasn’t aggressive or physical in any way, but I felt like he wanted something. Maybe he just wanted a kiss -but he had alluded to checking in and sending the babysitter home before we left the restaurant. I was so fucking nervous, it was ridiculous. He was all smiles and compliments. He apologized for his lateness and agreed to my suggestion of a “bye bye hug”. Pretty lame, now that I think about it. Still -after nearly a week he hasn’t called back for the second date he seemed so eager for. Maybe was right -maybe he just wanted to “hit it and quit it”. There was no hittin’ folks. Yay me.
I’m still feeling wishy washy, but leaning towards non-involvement. He was nice, but I feel like he’s not the “one”. I wanted to give him a chance, and I did.
I was willing to give him a chance despite the “no” consensus from my friends. I was willing to overlook his lateness and his zeal in pursuing me, despite the fact that I was a total stranger. But when he pulled into the movie theater and I saw his whole car for the first time -I noticed he had a “W” sticker on his bumper. would have killed me.