I’ve been on a lot of first dates, a few second dates… sometimes I just ended up being friends with the guy.  And everyone lives happily ever after…


Until the point I realize that we are not, in fact, friends.


I just discovered this with Metal Guy (MG).  I saw MG 2 times a few months back.  He was a nice interesting guy, that I just didn’t see or feel anything happening with.


He never “made a move” on me, so I assumed that he felt the same way.  It’s all good.


Fast forward to yesterday, when I do something stupid, because… well because it’s just what I do.


MG is a computer graphic guy and I had this awesome image that I had taken and edited, I thought he’d appreciate it.  So I sent it to him and asked him how he was.


He says he’s ok, then it goes to shit.


He says how disappointed he was, that he was hopeful about me and asked what he did wrong.


Fuck… I hate this.


I told him that he did nothing wrong, which he didn’t, I just wasn’t sure what I wanted at the time.  I tried to avoid saying that I just didn’t “feel it”.


He mentioned being “bitter” which surprised me and I apologized.  He asked me why I apologized and I said it was for inspiring bitterness.

He said if it wasn’t me it would probably have been someone else.


When I got home from work last night, I went “off the grid” which means disconnecting from all electronics.  They’re exhausting and I’d been suffering from insomnia.


While I was disconnected, he texted and asked “If I asked you out again, would you?”


I saw the message this morning and I didn’t reply.  I know, rude.


So, about an hour ago I get another text from him saying “wow”.


I told him about going off the grid and said that I didn’t know.  That I thought he was pretty intense and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that.


He didn’t believe me, said that I was rude and that he should thank me because he “dodged a bullet” with me… oh and that he’d lose my number “with a quickness”.


There were and continue to be more texts… I feel like an ass.  I hate it when I feel like an ass .


But, I was, obviously, not wrong about him being too intense.