It’s Not You, It’s Me… Again
July 20th, 2009There’s definitely something wrong with me. I mean, there is something really, really wrong with me. I had date number 4 last night with a great guy – one who opens doors, holds my arm crossing the street, looks at me with googly eyes and thinks I have a great ass. I mean, come on… he should be the one!
He’s not.
Date #4 should be full steam ahead. We had a really good date number one, a pretty steamy make-out session on date number two, but I fell asleep on date number 3. That was the beginning of the end. He let it go, but I know it contributed to the demise. We had an overall good date #4, went to a great dinner, back to his place to play some Wii and then I got the look. The “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” look. The better question was, “Why didn’t I want to?” I really didn’t want to. This is me, the person who loves to kiss – and I didn’t want to kiss. But I did it anyway, and I felt nothing. I mean, I felt NOTHING. There were no butterflies, no sparks, no tingles, nothing. There was just his strange extreme amount of saliva. The fact that he’s a wet kisser isn’t the problem. The problem is that I don’t know what the problem is. Except that it’s me. He’s a great guy, he really likes me, and he would be a great boyfriend.
I have to break up with him.
