Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Hug-Gate

Okay, first off let me say I completed my first official 5k on Saturday! Whoo hooo!  Second off, I went to my first UFC fight on Saturday night…another whooo hooo! In case you were wondering about the attire situation, I wore skinny jeans, gladiators and a Calvin Klein fuchsia/gray top with some bronze beading around the neck.  Considering the amount of people that were actually there in suits and inappropriate attire, I think I hit the nail on the head in the ‘how to dress’ department.
I think everyone that reads this blogs knows that I’m sarcastic and while the stories and situations are real, some of the stuff I post to be funny can be misconstrued.  Which is why I don’t often write about the people I’m currently dating, because if they ever stumble upon this blog, the last thing I would want is for someone to think I was exploiting our relationship for blog material.  But in this instance, I need some help from ya’ll.
The fight was fun and not as violent as I thought it would be…it was also a lot shorter than I thought it would be because two fights were over in the first round.  It was fun picking a favorite and cheering them on and I found myself actually laughing during one of the knockouts (I’m a sick individual, I know).  So the golfer (are we calling him golfer on the blog, I don’t remember) walked me to my car (he is literally the perfect gentleman) gave me a hug and a pat on the back and said he would talk to me later.  I have never in my 21 years of dating (yes, I had a boyfriend when I was 4) been given a pat on the back at the end of a second date.  What I find even funnier, is that the people I wish would just pat me on the back and call it a day, more often than not are the ones that go in for the kill and make me want to throw up.  What’s frustrating me now is that I really can’t read this guy…at all.  And my cousin, who literally figures out EVERYTHING doesn’t get it either. 
So after hug-gate I drove home and thought about this the entire way down the New Jersey Turnpike and was pretty mad at myself for not saying something, kissing him on the cheek, etc.  I thought of about a million different scenarios where I could’ve made this better and I didn’t, I froze and to be honest with you, I pat him on the back too.  Now the next day I was out and about and after Weight Watchers (where I’ve officially lost 32 lbs thank you very much) I called my cousin to explain the situation.  She actually said “I have to think about this and call you back”.  I thought to myself, oh crap, even SHE has to think about it, this isn’t going to be good.  After a couple of hours, she got back to me and said, “I really have no idea”.  I decided this was over, and I could either let it be, or see what I could salvage.
Never one to give up without a fight, I sent a text, “Thanks again for taking me last night, I had fun!” the response was “glad you enjoyed it”…Okay, that was all I needed to know this had run it’s [short] course and that I was not destined to end up with a sweet, [very] good looking, smart, funny guy.  But then the unthinkable happened…An hour later he texted me, “What are you up to today?”  WHAT?!
I was flabbergasted, just as I was ready to throw in the shovel, he texted me and it’s been completely normal ever since hug-gate.  My cousin swears that he got into his car and banged his head on the steering wheel a couple of times asking himself WTF he was thinking, the same way I drove down the NJTP and asked what the hell was going on, but here’s the catch: he hasn’t asked me out again.  Yes, I realize it’s been 2ish days, but I still think it’s unpromising.  Of course, being me, Miss Analytical, I took a poll.  2 people said to suck it up and ask him out (both males I should add), 3 people said to sit and wait for him to do it (all women, 2 single, 1 in a relationship) and 1 person said I should wait until Thursday and then she would reassess the situation.
Well thanks for nothing people…Bottom line: To ask him out? Or not to ask him out? That is the question.

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