Being able to go on a date and going on a date are two very different things. I might as well say, yes you are more than welcome to fly to the moon. But just because I give you permission doesn't mean it is ever going to happen. Such is my current situation. Amazingly, Sarah said we could go on a date. Better yet, she said that ever since she saw me she was hooked. Well it's been nearly a week since then and we have yet to go on our date.
My friend came over to visit last Wednesday and asked a few basic questions. He didn't want to ask too much because he didn't want me thinking too much about it. But he was happy to hear I managed to score a date. I told him, oh yes, I got that far but it may be weeks before I actually get to have a date with her. You see she was still in the midst of finals at that point of time. Her finals ended on Thursday but she wanted to spend some time with her friends before they all left her for summer. Then I had to go on travel for work for a week, which is where I am now. When I get back she is going back home to visit for a week and is bringing back a friend from Scotland for another week. Shortly after that she has a friend from Australia coming to visit and I will be back here in mid-June. So basically we had this past weekend.
I told my friend this, that we essentially had this weekend to go on a date before we would be separate for possibly 3 - 5 whole weeks as I understood it. So with my luck that means we wouldn't get to meet this weekend, it would be five weeks before we got to meet, and by then she'd have a boyfriend, and I'd be the pleasant chum she walks around the pond with from time to time.
At the precise moment those words stopped I got a text from her. It said, her brother and girlfriend unexpectedly decided to visit for the entire weekend. Just lovely.
But ever hopeful, I figured she'd be able to bug out at least briefly for some point during the weekend. And sure enough later that Wednesday night we did get to meet up. She wanted to say "bye" thinking this would be our last chance to meet for awhile, and we ended up taking a trip to Meijer for computer paper, binder tabs, and Baking Soda. The Baking Soda was her taking my advice as to how to possibly remove the heavy curry smell from her neighbor that wafts into her apartment and tends to collect beneath her sink cabinet.
That was a lot of fun but more of a tease. I wanted to spend a lot of time with her not just a quick half hour trip. But I still kept hopeful that we would be able to meet for a little longer before I left. Thursday came and after her final I got another text. In addition to her brother and his girlfriend, a childhood friend of hers decided to visit, and horrifyingly her ex-boyfriend was waiting for her on the steps of the school building as she came out from her last final.
Her relationship with her ex-boyfriend lasted for four years. And he had decided to come and visit for the entire weekend. He's also a friend of her brothers. Delightful.
Now, so far in my life, if ever another guy decides to pursue the same girl I am he always wins without exception. My junior year in college I went and knocked on the dorm room door of my friend ready to ask her out, anxious as always in these situations. When she opened it she excitedly said, "Hey guess what?! So-and-so just asked me out!" After the required completely fake but mutually-shared excitement for her good news she asked what brought me to her room. I mentioned she had invited me for hot chocolate and I was taking her up on the offer. She was suspicious of this, but didn't press the issue too far. About a year and a half ago I told her the full story. You already know about Suzy and how she decided to re-pursue a relationship with her ex-boyfriend who lives in Europe. And then there's the other one, who three times now has chosen another guy. So five out of five times, the other guy has won, and it looked like a sixth was about to happen. Because while I may have been the cause of Sarah to be "crushing hard", I have nothing against a four year old ex-boyfriend.
Since I am not in the heartland of activity on this business trip, I've decided to break this up a bit to give me something to do. I figure these posts, like this one, may be a bit long and with all this typing I need to rejuvenate with ice-cream. And fortunately right across the street from me is a home-made daily ice-cream stand. Oh boy! So off I go for ice-cream, and tomorrow I'll be back for the next part of the story.
My friend came over to visit last Wednesday and asked a few basic questions. He didn't want to ask too much because he didn't want me thinking too much about it. But he was happy to hear I managed to score a date. I told him, oh yes, I got that far but it may be weeks before I actually get to have a date with her. You see she was still in the midst of finals at that point of time. Her finals ended on Thursday but she wanted to spend some time with her friends before they all left her for summer. Then I had to go on travel for work for a week, which is where I am now. When I get back she is going back home to visit for a week and is bringing back a friend from Scotland for another week. Shortly after that she has a friend from Australia coming to visit and I will be back here in mid-June. So basically we had this past weekend.
I told my friend this, that we essentially had this weekend to go on a date before we would be separate for possibly 3 - 5 whole weeks as I understood it. So with my luck that means we wouldn't get to meet this weekend, it would be five weeks before we got to meet, and by then she'd have a boyfriend, and I'd be the pleasant chum she walks around the pond with from time to time.
At the precise moment those words stopped I got a text from her. It said, her brother and girlfriend unexpectedly decided to visit for the entire weekend. Just lovely.
But ever hopeful, I figured she'd be able to bug out at least briefly for some point during the weekend. And sure enough later that Wednesday night we did get to meet up. She wanted to say "bye" thinking this would be our last chance to meet for awhile, and we ended up taking a trip to Meijer for computer paper, binder tabs, and Baking Soda. The Baking Soda was her taking my advice as to how to possibly remove the heavy curry smell from her neighbor that wafts into her apartment and tends to collect beneath her sink cabinet.
That was a lot of fun but more of a tease. I wanted to spend a lot of time with her not just a quick half hour trip. But I still kept hopeful that we would be able to meet for a little longer before I left. Thursday came and after her final I got another text. In addition to her brother and his girlfriend, a childhood friend of hers decided to visit, and horrifyingly her ex-boyfriend was waiting for her on the steps of the school building as she came out from her last final.
Her relationship with her ex-boyfriend lasted for four years. And he had decided to come and visit for the entire weekend. He's also a friend of her brothers. Delightful.
Now, so far in my life, if ever another guy decides to pursue the same girl I am he always wins without exception. My junior year in college I went and knocked on the dorm room door of my friend ready to ask her out, anxious as always in these situations. When she opened it she excitedly said, "Hey guess what?! So-and-so just asked me out!" After the required completely fake but mutually-shared excitement for her good news she asked what brought me to her room. I mentioned she had invited me for hot chocolate and I was taking her up on the offer. She was suspicious of this, but didn't press the issue too far. About a year and a half ago I told her the full story. You already know about Suzy and how she decided to re-pursue a relationship with her ex-boyfriend who lives in Europe. And then there's the other one, who three times now has chosen another guy. So five out of five times, the other guy has won, and it looked like a sixth was about to happen. Because while I may have been the cause of Sarah to be "crushing hard", I have nothing against a four year old ex-boyfriend.
Since I am not in the heartland of activity on this business trip, I've decided to break this up a bit to give me something to do. I figure these posts, like this one, may be a bit long and with all this typing I need to rejuvenate with ice-cream. And fortunately right across the street from me is a home-made daily ice-cream stand. Oh boy! So off I go for ice-cream, and tomorrow I'll be back for the next part of the story.
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