Date night with IM-guy...
IM-guy and I went to the movies and then out to dinner last night. An actual date. Not just the "wanna meet for drinks in an hour?" get together of the past.
IM-guy never actually tells me what he wants, he makes general hints, and if I don't respond the way he wants me to, he pouts. I never respond the way he wants me to. Example--he obviously was trying to get me somewhere where we could have some "alone" time, but he never actually said that he wanted to be alone with me. Instead, things went a little something like this:
"So, how are we doing this? Do you want me to pick you up, like a real date?"
"No, neither of us are ready for you to meet the parental units, so why not meet at the theater?" (The one he chose, by the way).
"I'm not exactly sure where it is. Why don't we meet in the McGurk's lot?" (Very close to where he lives).
"Because that is like 20 minutes in the opposite direction for me, and being that I am already spending $50 a week on gas, I am not willing to do that. What about the grocery store parking lot?"
"I can't keep my car in a parking lot." (He does always have a ton of product in the back of his van. So he says. I've never been it there. But he was willing to keep it in the secluded parking lot by his place, and he keeps it parked on a street in an area lined with bars and restaurants. Hell, he lives above a bar!)
"Well, I an really not wanting to drive all the way to Soulard. Let me give this some thought."
"Nevermind, I'll just meet you at the theater." He was then off to pout.
We met up though, and he was fine. I bought the tickets because 1. He always pays for my expensive drinks and 2. He has had a major money crunch. He bought the popcorn, bottled water and dinner and drinks afterwards. During the show I thought for sure he would put his arm around me, or hold my hand, or something. Especially given that there was no arm rest between us. But no. It was like I was at a date with a friend. A gay friend.
Okay, for as over-sexed and randy as he always seems to be about women, he has some stereotypical gay behaviors. I hate to stereotype, but I actually am beginning to think he maybe at the very least bi-sexual, if not gay. He may be in denial, or I may be totally off...I sort of hope.
There were signs I blew off...like the fact he works in the fashion industry and is very concerned with how he dresses. There is that he highlights his hair with a touch of strawberry blonde to break up his blonde-blonde. But yesterday I noticed that he is very dramatic and exaggerates. Also, when he talks, he doesn't sound gay, but he doesn't sound straight, either. It is solidly somewhere in between. I was just getting a vibe yesterday. After dinner we he walked to me to my car and we kissed a little bit, no major kissy-face, though. Although, he made many innuendos and had to tell me about the girl he had sex with who took him to a construction site and had her way with him--she has since been on Jenny Jones because her friends think she is a Hoochie-Mama. (There was a semi-valid reason for that to come up in conversation, but he does like to remind me what a hot commodity he is.)
He said we would talk before he leaves on Saturday. After I talked to Beamer, I got online, and sure enough, there he was. I teased him about saying he was going to bed early, and there he was. He told me he couldn't keep the lady-folk waiting for a reply. Whatever. That was all he said, until he signed off, when he said good night.
Oh, but something sweet he said, he always get really yawny when we go out. I tease him about it and act like I am in a huff because he thinks I am boring. He assured me I am not boring and told me that I should take it as a compliment that he is so comfortable and "safe" around me, that he can be that relaxed. Sounds like a line, but a good one.
IM-guy never actually tells me what he wants, he makes general hints, and if I don't respond the way he wants me to, he pouts. I never respond the way he wants me to. Example--he obviously was trying to get me somewhere where we could have some "alone" time, but he never actually said that he wanted to be alone with me. Instead, things went a little something like this:
"So, how are we doing this? Do you want me to pick you up, like a real date?"
"No, neither of us are ready for you to meet the parental units, so why not meet at the theater?" (The one he chose, by the way).
"I'm not exactly sure where it is. Why don't we meet in the McGurk's lot?" (Very close to where he lives).
"Because that is like 20 minutes in the opposite direction for me, and being that I am already spending $50 a week on gas, I am not willing to do that. What about the grocery store parking lot?"
"I can't keep my car in a parking lot." (He does always have a ton of product in the back of his van. So he says. I've never been it there. But he was willing to keep it in the secluded parking lot by his place, and he keeps it parked on a street in an area lined with bars and restaurants. Hell, he lives above a bar!)
"Well, I an really not wanting to drive all the way to Soulard. Let me give this some thought."
"Nevermind, I'll just meet you at the theater." He was then off to pout.
We met up though, and he was fine. I bought the tickets because 1. He always pays for my expensive drinks and 2. He has had a major money crunch. He bought the popcorn, bottled water and dinner and drinks afterwards. During the show I thought for sure he would put his arm around me, or hold my hand, or something. Especially given that there was no arm rest between us. But no. It was like I was at a date with a friend. A gay friend.
Okay, for as over-sexed and randy as he always seems to be about women, he has some stereotypical gay behaviors. I hate to stereotype, but I actually am beginning to think he maybe at the very least bi-sexual, if not gay. He may be in denial, or I may be totally off...I sort of hope.
There were signs I blew off...like the fact he works in the fashion industry and is very concerned with how he dresses. There is that he highlights his hair with a touch of strawberry blonde to break up his blonde-blonde. But yesterday I noticed that he is very dramatic and exaggerates. Also, when he talks, he doesn't sound gay, but he doesn't sound straight, either. It is solidly somewhere in between. I was just getting a vibe yesterday. After dinner we he walked to me to my car and we kissed a little bit, no major kissy-face, though. Although, he made many innuendos and had to tell me about the girl he had sex with who took him to a construction site and had her way with him--she has since been on Jenny Jones because her friends think she is a Hoochie-Mama. (There was a semi-valid reason for that to come up in conversation, but he does like to remind me what a hot commodity he is.)
He said we would talk before he leaves on Saturday. After I talked to Beamer, I got online, and sure enough, there he was. I teased him about saying he was going to bed early, and there he was. He told me he couldn't keep the lady-folk waiting for a reply. Whatever. That was all he said, until he signed off, when he said good night.
Oh, but something sweet he said, he always get really yawny when we go out. I tease him about it and act like I am in a huff because he thinks I am boring. He assured me I am not boring and told me that I should take it as a compliment that he is so comfortable and "safe" around me, that he can be that relaxed. Sounds like a line, but a good one.
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