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How many times have you wanted to escape to the bottom of the garden and disappear inside your imagination? Well, I've wanted to every since I started school and I doubt I was the only little girl with a fully furnished 'camp' behind the garden shed. Hence how I got the nickname Pixie, and strangely, it's followed me around for the last 20 years. Of course, every now and then even Pixies must emerge into the real world, but the real one's never stop venturing back to camp. So, here's what I've discovered on my travels so far...

Monday, 10 October 2011

It's official - I don't understand men!

So, I've been seeing this guy for a month and things were going really well. We were still in the 'getting to know you' stage, spending time together, going for coffee, drinks, dinner etc, it was going well.  He was very full on from the start, texting me every day, saying he couldn't wait to see me or that he was thinking of me.  It was nice. It was constant, so I became very aware of not rushing into things - particularly after JP.  It all hit the fan when he told me he didn't want to see me again... what?  The previous day he'd been telling me how much he liked me and how he'd wanted to ask me out since we met (a year ago!), and then like a light switch, he finishes it.  I'm not even sure what he finished! I thought we were still getting to know each other, we were taking things slowly, it was fine, no one was making any plans further than next weekend! Well, I wasn't, maybe he was?!  I asked him outright what happened, now he's not talking to me.

Any explanation please?

My brother in law said to be the other night "take things slowly, don't rush into it, just have fun and enjoy being around each other. If I wasn't married to your sister, I'd date you!"  It was an odd compliment, but he made a good point shortly afterwards: "Although, if I'm honest, sometimes you're so full on, you scare me, I'm not sure I'd stick around."  So I was really careful to take this one slowly (and my brother agrees, I was completely sane). So what happened?  I'm gutted!  Not the same kind of gutted as I was when JP broke me, but I really liked this guy. It took a hell of a lot to agree to meet with him, my heart has steel bars surrounding it and I was fine to keep it that way for a while.  I even began to think that the public health warning JP stuck to my forehead that night was beginning to fade.

So which one of us is mad?

The first time we went out, he introduced me to ALL his friends - literally, all of them descended on me in one big swoop. Thank god I'm a social butterfly, I was a hit, they loved me and thankfully they all have the same sense of humour as me.  He immediately told his sister and his Dad about me and they both wanted to meet me right away - luckily he put them off - that might have been too much even for me!  He is good friends with my sister and they know the same people, and he's been talking about me non-stop.  He was definitely the instigator of all 'rushing'.  One theory to emerge (yes, I know, I claim not to analyse, but I'm a girl - we all do it!) is that he was feeling insecure and decided to back away first.  Another was that the other night was pretty much us deciding to 'date' rather than 'get to know each other' and he freaked out.  I just don't get it, and with him now ignoring me, I don't think I'll ever know.

On a really bad 5minutes, I think it's me and that this is how it's going to be.  Maybe I'm one of those people who have great 'dates' but as soon as it gets serious, he'd rather be with the girl next door?!  The irony is the previous day I got a text from an ex suggesting me "catch up soon ;)" - I said no because I'd just met someone.  He apologised and said he felt really guilty.  Odd that he didn't feel guilty when he was lying next to the girlfriend he lives with while texting me.... he's such a git, I told him straight never to contact me with that suggestion again!

Oh well, another month another guy! Shame though, I really liked this one. He was the most interesting person I've met for ages, he was really funny, he (I think) cared about me, he wasn't perfect, but for the first time I didn't look into the future, I didn't care about his bizarre choice in TV viewing - why would I? It's not like I was the one planning a wedding!!

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