As Cute Jewess already reported – it was quite a lively party last night! The booze was flowing, and it was a fun, mixed crowd. I must admit – I have the hots for the guy who hosted the party – let’s call him Smiley. He’s a relatively new acquaintance, and via e-mail I subtly suggested that we go for a drink – but he didn’t take the bait, so now I think we’re in the Friend Zone. Who knows, maybe once we get to know each other a bit better…?
As CJ mentioned, it was a long, boozy night with lots of drinking – I think we both managed to stay “fun” tipsy without getting sloppy drunk. We were at this party for about 5 hours, and witnessed many guests coming and going. Somehow, throughout the course of the night, I exchanged numbers with three guys:
Guy #1: Israeli Guy
Guy #2: Downtown Dude
Guy #3: Sweet Tall Guy (aka Jackpot Guy on CJ’s blog)
I met Sweet Tall Guy during the last hour or so at the party – by this point, it was about 2 am, and the party was winding down. He seemed quite enthusiastic about me immediately, but I have a feeling it was because I was one of the few single women left in the room. Not trying to be disparaging – I’m just saying.
He walked me home, and we had some very nice kisses en route – when we reached my building, we kissed a bit more. He’s over a foot taller than me – a bit too tall for my liking. He asked to come inside, I told him maybe another time. He asked if we could get together “tomorrow night”, suggested a few places for us to go – and surprise, surprise, I never heard from him today. Just as well. Will I hear from him again? Who knows. Don’t really care.
What’s that expression? Something like, the candle that burns the brightest / fastest also burns out the quickest. I’ve encountered a few guys like that lately – they come on strong, then disappear just as quickly.
So – Sweet Tall Guy never called today, but Guy #1, Israeli Guy, texted and we made plans for drinks for this evening. I later texted back to cancel – had some work I needed to do from home, and I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with getting into “date mode”: makeup, the right outfit, etc.
I suggested to him via text that we get together another night this week, perhaps Wednesday?
His response, also via text: “I can’t plan that far ahead – 3 hours was challenging as is – but let’s touch base and play it by ear.”
AH. He’s that guy. We’ve all met him – Mr. Spontaneous / Can’t Make Plans Just in Case Something Better Comes Along. No thanks. I’ll save both of us the trouble.
UPDATE on Witty Banter, who I was very excited about last week: I e-mailed him 5 days after our date, and he wrote back saying he was swamped with work, but would call once he's less stressed. I gave it one last effort (yes, I know, I shouldn't have) -- left him a message over the weekend. Never heard back.
I know -- it's plain as day. He's just not that into me. Grrr.
Moving on... !