Dear Future Self,
If all you have to say to your friends about the new tall, handsome, funny guy you’ve been dating is;
He’s really nice
Chances are, you’re just not that into him
I’d say dont beat yourself up about it… but I wouldn’t mean it
One night during the drunken haze that has been Saturday nights since ‘the breakup’, I was approached by a guy who I would – without hesitation – describe as entirely out of my league.I was waiting at the bar on my own, he wandered over to me from across the room, paid me a polite compliment, and walked away.
Now in my experience, a completely random compliment from a dead sexy man is usually caused by a game of truth or dare, or desperation of a sexual nature.
To cut a long story short, he and I ended up kissing. No sleezy dancefloor boners, no inappropriate groping. Okay.
He asked for my number as he left. No sleazy ‘come over’ message. Okay.
At this point it would be safe to say I had determined that he found me repulsive and was trying to be polite by taking my number. Wrong. He text me the following day, did the whole ‘get to know you’ bit and since then we’ve been on a few dates. They’ve been great. He loves to travel, has his own house, plays sport, great conversations, laughs at my jokes and agrees that if you need to save money, watching a toddlers and tiaras marathon instead of going out is a totally viable option for a Saturday night. He insists on picking me up for dates and paying for everything. He hasnt tried to get into my pants, isn’t overly clingy or sappy but doesn’t hesitate to send a cute text occasionally.
And he’s interested in me.
So whats the catch?
Totally not into him.
Brain, you have outdone yourself on this one.