I may not be Don Juan, but most women I’ve become intimate with, I could tell that they were attracted to me. They had a certain look in their eyes. They asked questions about me. They took an interest in my life. Etc.
Z and I went out to lunch a few weeks ago after yoga, and then we had a “real date” (dinner and the theatre) last Thursday.
There have been a few times now when I thought I’d seen “the look,” but when we talk, she seldom asks about me, or my life.
During the play, she rested her head on my shoulder, and I put my arm around her. So I thought, “okay, just stop over-thinking things, and go with the flow.” But then when the play was over, she practically bolted out of there. I think she left skid marks as she drove away. LOL
Before she climbed in her car, we hugged, and I went in for a kiss, but she did the turn the cheek thing, so it ended up being a kiss on the cheek. Ugh….very embarrassing! Made me feel like an inept teenager on his first date.
So, I figured that was it. I was a little depressed that night and the next day, but tried to push it all out of my mind, and buried myself in work. I told myself, “No worries…there are plenty of other women out there…I’ve just crossed one more off the list.”
Then I got a text from her telling me she had a really good time and thanking me for taking her.
Since then we’ve spoken on the phone once, and texted a few times. She’s never mentioned my failed attempt at a kiss, or her apparent rush to get home that night.
LOL…you asked one question, and I gave you WAY too much information. Sorry.
Anyway…she just confuses me.