he’s not in construction, he def doesn’t build up my ego, but he’s the best date i’ve been on in a long time.
i would not give him my phone number for weeks but texted him about where i was on my birthday. he came out. we went out the next week to dinner and drinks, made dinner for him and his roommates and he’s been in the wings ever since.
we have a few really good weeks. then i think neither of us know what to do. i’m not honest with him about my feelings. i’m holding tight to my independence and i think he is still feeling the burn from his ex. i think he’s afraid to get close. he only reveals himself to me when he is drunk, a quality i seem to categorically attract, but when he gives into that and lets his guard down he is very passionate and sweet and i seem to hold onto those instances.
things cooled. and we didn’t see eachother for a few weeks, and then we had a storm come thru on a wednesday and knock all the power out at my house. i showed up at the thing not even sure if my shirt was black or brown and he told me to stay with him. if my cell phone hadn’t been almost out, i probably would have said “no.” but i went. and we played uno, watched “knocked up,” drank too much and had a really great night. but the next morning, i knew things would just be back to being weird.
bob the builder has a hard time with casual sex….he says “if you like me, and you like having sex with me, it isn’t going to be long before you expect ‘boyfriendish’ things from me.” which i interpret as “i like you enough to sleep with you, but that is where it stops.” and that is ok. am i wrong?
so i say “maybe it is best if i don’t come over anymore.” and i don’t. but i really want to.
bob is the best example of where the “love line” theory has worked thusfar. he is the first non-underwear model i’ve got out with. he is in his mid thirties, about 80 percent gray, balding and not in shape. i once had a good friend say “miranda, you are always with the best looking guy anywhere you go.” well, she would have rethought that statement when she met bob.
irregardless….ha. just kidding.
regardless, i am very attracted to bob. he makes me laugh and i love waking up with him. he is often the choice “go to” in moments of weakness…but often does not entertain my drunk requests…which is noble.
my sister (let’s call her desdemona because she is beautiful and loves black guys) loves bob. she has been rooting for him all along, but doesn’t understand that he isn’t into me. juliet likes bob too.
the truth is that i like bob. he is the first guy i’ve considered maybe being serious with sometime eventually in the future. maybe.
it has been about 7 months since bob and i started our romantic escapade. i “broke things off” july 5. i confess that i spent the night with him again recently. no sex. but it was a very guilty pleasure just sleeping next to him.
i don’t know if the chapter with bob is over. look for more to come on bob.
