Hey My Mojito!

So in the previous post I started to talk about this guy who had asked for my number when I was out with my lab friends. Well last Sunday we got together and had a drink at the Shamrock. It was interesting to see the type of people who choose to spend their Sundays at a dive bar. It seemed to be mostly older men just hanging out with friends and there were a couple of younger guys too. Well Steve and I sat down and he got us the drinks (what a gentleman). So he and I are chatting and he seems fairly cool. I don’t really like his laugh all that much, which could be a problem because, lets be honest, an annoying laugh is like rat poison to any relationship. Also, he does this thing where he pretends to makes notes of things I am saying. At one point I said that Love Actually is probably my favorite movie and he says, “Uh oh, you said love in the first 10 minutes of the conversation. You better slow down.” Seriously? It was like we were having two completely different conversations. So we finish our drinks and we decide to leave. He says that he will give a call later in the week to hang out.

So instead of calling, we have been texting back and forth. Over the past week I have been called mojito, porn star, and naughty boy. Seems like someone likes to use pet names unfortunately I find them to be revolting and creeptastic. At one point I wondered if he had forgotten my name and was trying to hide it. I have also received two poems set in the style of “Roses are red, Violets are blue” so obviously he is a renaissance man. Needless to say I think there may be a disconnect between who he thinks I am and who I actually am. I totally forgot to tell you his age: 31! Now I don’t consider myself to really care about age but in this case it seems to bring an added element to the budding relationship; if you could call it that. I get the feeling that the fact that I am 10 years younger adds to his attraction to me. He talks to me like I am a kid. I don’t know, I just am not feeling him in the way he seems to be feeling me.

He texted me today to tell me to keep next weekend open because he wants me to go out with him and his friends to Club 5. For those of you who don’t know, Club 5 is Madison’s gay club, and I use that term loosely because the place is tiny and skeezy as shit. Back to Steve, he said that his friends want to meet me. Here’s the thing, he doesn’t even know me; we hung out once. I don’t really think that I should be introduced to his friends this soon. Oh and the fact that he wants to go dancing doesn’t really jive with me either. I have to be near blackout before I bust any moves. I will say that when I do, I can drop it like it’s hot with the best of them. So all in all I am not exacting feeling butterflies in my stomach.

I think what I need to do is stop waiting for the guys I am into to ask me out rather than just being proactive and ask them out myself. That is my homework for the next time I got the hots for someone.

Artist: Tegan and Sara; Deathcab for Cutie