I really wanted to give Dork a chance – such a nice guy, despite apparent social awkwardness. Still – it was quite apparent that he liked me, which was flattering. I really wanted to try to like him… but as we all know, you can’t force these things.
Tonight was a final attempt – we had plans for a picnic along the river. Not an auspicious beginning, as I cringed when I first saw him: he was wearing a tank top and shorts – the kind of tank top you wear to go running. He seems to have a decent body (slim and lean) – but that’s not the point. You do NOT wear a tank top on a third date, even if you’re having a picnic!
As we sat and chatted, he gradually moved closer and closer to me… and I kept drinking more wine, thinking, hmm, maybe I could kiss him. After a while, I just wanted to go home. Totally not into him – officially. He walked me to the subway, and I debated saying something then, but thought I’d save it for an e-mail. He had to know.
Ah well. I’ll have to keep this in mind next time I’m wondering if a guy is into ME. If there’s any doubt? He’s probably not.