Valentine’s Day was on Saturday.
D and I sent texts back and forth all afternoon. He said he wanted to take me for tapas at 6pm and then a movie at 10pm(decided the ESB was a no-go because of the weather). I told him I wanted to see Coraline in 3D. I didn’t care if he thought I a freak or a loser. I thought it would be fun, and really, I don’t want to date a guy if he can’t have a little fun and doesn’t mind wearing 3D glasses on a date.
At 5:30 I sent him a text saying “Tapas at 6, right?” I left my apartment at 5:45 without hearing back from him. At 5:50 he replied, “The movie isn’t until 10, so let’s wait and meet up at 7”. Which would have been fine except I was already on the subway half way to the restaurant.
At first I was angry. I felt like he was very disrespectful and rude. I had been working on my paper all afternoon and could have used another hour to keep working. So, I spent the next hour at Starbucks writing on a napkin. Yeah, I’m cool.
When it was close to 7 I decided to just try to have fun. Maybe he had a good excuse for changing the time at the last minute.
I met him at the restaurant. He apologized, but didn’t give a reason except “I thought it would be better”. Whatever.
We had sangria and two orders of tapas- cheese stuffed red peppers and chorizo. The food was delicious. The sangria was strong. We also got a free glass of champagne. We both got tipsy and that made the conversation good.
We walked a few blocks to another bar to have another drink while we waited for the movie to start. I guess that was a bad idea because when we got to the theater the movie was sold out.
I suggested that we just go to another bar nearby and play pool. So we did. He ordered me a Blue Moon and we played a few games with a couple from South Carolina. I had a good time, but around midnight I started getting tired. I text my friends to come pick me up in a cab (a previously arranged plan) and they were there within 15 minutes.
I’m not sure how D felt about my whole leaving-without-inviting-him-home plan. He said his stomach was upset so I thought he would leave when I did, but after I got in the cab he walked back into the bar. Maybe he was looking for someone to take home? I don’t know.
I text him when I got home and said I had fun and maybe next time we could see Coraline. He wrote back “Same here! Sure, next time.”
And I haven’t heard from him since.
Blogfriends, what do we think of this? Is the last-minute time change enough to be cautious? Should I wait until he calls me? Should I ask what he did after I left the other night? I really hate all these questions.