So, forgive me for the flowery title (pun intended). But here I am. I'm gonna gather up all my spread out posts, and I am specifically looking for advice from women, though I would never turn up my nose at input from men.
So, Thursday night (Sept. 20th) I just had to leave the house. I couldn't be in there knowing that STBEW was sending pictures to her partners and giggling about it. So I showered, shaved, dressed up-ish (clean and presentable but not flashy), put on cologne and got the hell out of Dodge. Went to a few bars, and while I was at the first one, ended up chatting with a lady that I had matched with on Facebook's dating app.
I asked her if she wanted to go get some mozzarella sticks from Applebees or something, because we hit it off pretty good, and she declined, saying:
"That sounds -awesome-, but I have to work from tomorrow morning until tomorrow night late. Now, if you had said Buffalo Wings, I'd probably have been down, but if I go to Applebees, I'll have a few more drinks and I need to not be tired tomorrow. I can't be bringing anyone home. Not tonight."
So that was a massive boost to my ego. I posted about it on here, as I was sort of unsure if this was a positive sign that we clicked and she was digging me, or if it was her letting me down gently. Most of my rejection from the ex were solid 'No's or starting fights, so I'm a little inexperienced with picking those out, and I don't want to push boundaries.
Well Friday I went barhopping with a friend, and I didn't message her. However, I didn't really feel like chatting with many ladies, but I did anyways, talking to a few. I kept thinking back to the first lady, even though she's not my usual 'type'. I normally go for slender, short, petite ladies, and this lady is taller (not as tall as me), thicker, and more full bodied. I believe the kids call it "thicc." And damn, she thiccer than a bowl of oatmeal.
Anyways, I chatted with a few ladies, wasn't feeling it, and just spent the night drinking with my buddy. The night was a blast; hit five or six bars, closed the last one out, went to Denny's, almost got into a fistfight with a REALLY drunk fratboy (he got pissed I didn't want to engage with his drunken slurring) before his buddies dragged him out, and generally had shenanigans. Good times.
Well, yesterday (Saturday, Sept 21), I got to game night early, and I was like, yo, I've got some time to kill, may as well message that lady. So I did, even though I was nursing a hangover, and she responded right away. Asked her how her busy day had been, and we instantly clicked. We talked about kids, we talked about home ownership, we talked about local stuff, movies, etc. Turns out we're both huge fans of the movie Anchorman, and neither of us have watched it for a while. We even both talked about our exes, which I HAD resolved not to do, but she is also a BS (her ex was verbally abusive, NPD, and serial cheater).
When I displayed knowledge of technology, she was like, "Oh... oh.. you could be useful to me..." and we'd drop occasional innuendos at each other. She told me a few times I had her rolling with giggles on the other end, but I kept it respectful. She even asked me why I hadn't commented on her profile picture (which is just the hint of suggestive), and I said that it was because I wanted to be respectful, and those thoughts and opinions could be shared at a more personal and appropriate time. She liked that answer.
So, the last bit she said to me was as follows;
HER: Its almost my bedtime. I gotta work in the morning
ME: Alright then. Thanks for staying up and chatting with me. I hope you had as much fun as I did! Rest well!
HER: It was great talking with you. You seem like a good dude. Talk soon maybe?
ME: I'll message tomorrow and hassle you about Anchorman. 😛
Now, I took that as she legitimately enjoyed herself and was eager to hear back from me. However, I know that I tend to either a) read more into things than is there, or b) have trouble trusting things that should be straightforward. I don't want to expect too much, but I ALSO don't want to be that guy she talks about later like "Jeez, I was putting out every sign, THROWING myself at him, and he didn't see it! Men are so oblivious!"
Anyways, we have a tentative date lined up for me bringing over Anchorman, hooking it up to her TV, and watching it over mozzarella sticks and buffalo wings. I figure I'll suggest we meet at a bar first so she can figure out if I'm a psychopath, and if she's comfortable, we'll move to her place. If she wants to watch the movie and I go home, great. If she wants me to stay over, great. If she wants me to "stay over," (big air quotes here) great.
Human courting rituals are goddamn weird.
[This message edited by Incarnate at 10:54 AM, September 22nd (Sunday)]