And it begins...

So, my friends, I am blogger ready.

I've just returned from my friend Stacy's wedding reception where the bride and groom could not have been any cuter (and of course, being the non-picture taker that I am, I don't even think to take any pictures). It's almost depressing how cute they were.

I stopped at Cafe Rio after I left and was talking to my friend, Savannah. We start discussing a certain event in my life that she has already been privy to, and then the feeling came to me -- I had had a perfect day -- rollarblading in the morning, laying out at the pool all day, got a pedicure, went to the wedding reception, picked up Cafe Rio and I was going to finish it off blogging about this certain event that Savannah assures me is blog worthy. It really is a great story. I don't know why I didn't think to blog about it.

So...after all that...we begin.

I'm not leaving out a single detail. I think this story warrants a play-by-play.

The story begins with a simple passing (or giving, if you will) of my phone number. No big deal.

I get the call Tuesday night and agree to a date for Saturday night. It's a good first date.

I met his family Sunday (He invited me. I KNOW -- this seems totally weird, but it was Easter weekend and I was bored and kind of felt like being around little kids for an easter egg hunt, so I went). He lives with a family member and another family member lives nearby, so they were all over. It was a last minute thing.

Next weekend we go out again. Here's where it gets good, or maybe horribly, horribly awkward. We go to the Springs Preserve and then to dinner. We're driving by a movie theater and so I say something like, "I don't even know what's out right now." I wasn't asking to go to a movie. I'm just making conversation. He asks if I'd want to go to a movie or rent a movie. I respond affirmitavely for either -- I don't care what we do. So, it was kind of late to make it to the 9:30 shows (I guess), so we go to rent a movie at Red Box. We are back in the car and I realize we are driving to my house, which was completely unexpected, because he didn't even ask me. Whatever. I just hoped I wouldn't bug Loree if she was watching something and we show up with "August Rush" to watch, and kick her out. We get home. Loree's in her room reading, so it works out just fine. Does that not seem odd though? I guess he doesn't bring people to where he lives, because he lives with his sister's family, but still, you've got to clear things with people. He didn't ask me, so I just assumed he had something worked out. If there's one thing that bugs me (of the many, many things) it's a failure to communicate.

So, we are watching "August Rush" -- awful, awful movie by the way. I can't handle cheesy movies. And here we go peeps...you ready?

He holds my hand! My hand was NOWHERE in the vicinity of asking to be held. Whatever, though, so we hold hands, but really, he's holding my hand, but I'm not holding his if that makes sense. This is how I feel about it...hand holding is a very intimate exchange. Definitely more intimate than kissing. Yes, yes, it's true. I can and will make out with just about anybody. However, I certainly don't. So, back to the hand holding. I just can't do it. I feel way too awkward about it. PERHAPS a hand-hold can come before I first kiss, but I just feel weird about it. I just 100% have always felt more comfortable kissing some guy than holding hands with them. Honestly, my hand holding experiences have been very few, because my relationship experiences have been so incredibly few.

So, I'll continue to admit the awkwardness that is me and of this situation...At one point I even pull away and comment on my horribly sweaty hands. I told you I wasn't going to leave out one detail! So, yes, I was sweaty, because I was horribly nervous and awkward! I didn't want to be holding his hand! So, it has been mentioned that I could've just gotten up at some point, come back, and crossed my arms for the remainder of the movie. And yes, this could have been the tactic, but I'm too damn nice!

I'm even second guessing myself as I'm tying this and wondering if I should really be so verbal and exposing so much.

So, the night ends with nothing noteworthy.

And then the next day after church (where I didn't really see him at), I get a voice mail, basically along these lines...

"Hey, Meredith, I didn't really get to talk to you at church today, and I just wanted to say hi. I wanted to let you know that I really had fun on our date last night. I hope I wasn't too forward for you. I guess I just really like you...and that's what I was doing..." (and his voice trails off right there). He closes the voicemail.

So, I CANNOT even believe this voicemail. I call Hunter immediately needing advice. Hunter tells me that the guy has poured his heart out here and so I have to give him some sort of response. So, I do, eventually. I text him, because Hunter points out that a text is a way to say I'm contacting you, but I don't really want to talk to you. This is something I clearly know, but in times of uncertainty as to the correct form of behavior it is good to be reminded of why we do the things we do. I basically resort to not texting OR calling people back ever, just because I avoid any form of contact, but in this situation I couldn't do this.

I regress...so, I text this..."Maybe it was a bit forward, but don't worry about it. Maybe I just need a little space. Hope you have a good Sunday too."

He responds (maybe the next morning? I can't remember) "What does 'need a little space' mean?" He proceeds to list a serious of options that I guess I'm supposed to choose from, like, "I'm interested, but don't know how interested" "Get lost, I never want to see you again" and etc, etc. For the last option he's like "Fill in the blank..." He also includes in the text something about him being a "big boy" and being able to take it. He additionally, suggests that I "ask Becca Marsh" about him who is a friend of his (acquaintance of mine) and apparently she can shed some light for me on how cool she thinks his is and that I should totally date him. BLAH....
So, I text back appalled!, "No, I am not going to ask Becca about you!" (I don't even talk to the girl) and I continue "I don't know if I'm interested and that's why I need a little space."

And, so you think this is done. Hell, I thought it was done after the first, "Maybe I just need a little space" but apparently he needed further clarification. Let me just mention that Hunter is shocked at the gall of this guy since I am telling Hunter at every step of the way what is being texted back and forth.

But, it's still kind of not done. He texts back something like..."Hah! Okay, we can just be friends. I think you are a fantastic girl." Whatever. So, what is crazy about all of this is that I never said I just wanted to be friends!

And then, I've really just interacted with him once since all of this (and this was a long time ago). He seems to have dropped off the face of the earth. I totally was wanting to talk to him when I saw him on this once occasion at church! And he was SO cold to me. He shook my hand and continued to walk past me!

So, now apparently, I don't have a chance in hell of dating him even if I wanted to! And what if I do! Who knows!

So, it is confirmed yet again...dating sucks. It's okay though, it prooved to be a really entertaining story to tell.