I finally had my second date with Quantum Physics the other night. As usual, I use the term date loosely. All that I’ll say on the subject is that I’m glad I decided to shave my legs.
We had a good time. I don’t like him as much as I thought, but I’m fine with that. Except not really. If I made life that simple for myself I wouldn’t be a writer. So here’s the deal. I like my life the way it is. Unfortunately, I also like him and I want him around. That means my life will have to change. Possibly for the better, but still. I like my life. I don’t want it to change. It’s not even like I want a relationship with him, because I don’t like him that much (yet??) but I also don’t want our good time to be one time.
This is the the exact same position so many of my friends have found themselves in at one point or another. Thinking about the insightful piles of crap I’ve spouted in the past, I’m just amazed that none of them ever strangled me for being so level-headed and obvious.
I mean it was probably because I live too far for it to be feasible, but you know.
I clearly had no idea what I was talking about. Why did they ever talk to me in the first place? Why do I have any friends at all? Considering what shitty advice I give, I clearly don’t deserve them. I hate myself on their behalves. Me and my stupid logical dating wisdom.
Just talk to him blah blah blah communication is important blah blah blah. Shut up self, you don’t know anything. OF COURSE you should talk to the other person and be open about your feelings. Literally everyone knows this.
BUT WHO THE HELL ACTUALLY DOES IT?
I sure know what my younger self would have done. Panic over my feelings. Assume that since he didn’t reply to a text right away, that he’s not interested in me. Send another text to “force” him to reply. Panic that I’m being too over eager. Overcompensate by sending another text because THAT will DEFINITELY make things better. Then finally get my shit together, wait, get a reply, and repeat until I have proven that I am definitely not someone that he wants to associate with further.
So I’m not doing that this time.
There’s a reason why I’ve more or less sworn off guys since January. I may know what not to do, but that doesn’t mean I know what the right thing to do is. I mean I DO know, of course. But I also know it’s not as easy as the generic Magic 8 Ball advice I always spout.
All I want to do is ask him what he thinks of the new Star Wars movie trailer but since I had the last word when we were texting last night, I can’t. If I were dispelling some of my usual sage advice to a friend in the same situation, I’d say rules are for fools and do what you want.
Oh yeah? How’s that working out for ya now Zo? Huh?