A Little Detail About A Little Relationship,,,

Okay people, I have a very simple question to ask you:

At what point do you decide to disclose that you're in a serious relationship with someone else while you're "seeing" another person?

So, between the second and third bites at brunch today, I asked L with whom she was going to Mexico with over the 4th of July weekend. This was our second date in two weeks, aside from the little coffee break we had the other night.

"Oh," she said. "My boyfriend."

It was the sound the DJ makes when he winds down the record that went off in my head. I think my ears popped a bit, because the music got a teeny bit louder.

I'm not upset with this new little piece of information I just received. I'm a little more bothered by the fact it wasn't said to me the other night when I made a move to kiss L (and was deftly denied by the cheek.) I wasn't subtle about it, either. I fuckin' went for it. Twice.

Excuse me miss, but WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THIS?!? It occurred to me that if I hadn't asked about her trip today she probably wouldn't have said anything either. And the flirting and the midnight phone calls would have ensued.

I played it off today just fine. We even went for an ice cream afterward before I dropped her off at home. We had talked about going to the movies when she gets back from her trip, even.

But I think I'll decidedly become "busy." That's if she calls back. It's a bummer, too, because I thought she was someone I could get into.

Be-Foe You Wreck Yo-Self

Ack. I just caught myself.

I thought I had pledged to not put all my "eggs" in one basket anymore, and to stop pining for just one girl. The point of this was to avoid getting all wrapped up like I used to do over said girl.

But I was doing just that.

I mean, I would put L at the top of my list. I haven't really gone out with anyone else yet, but that's because I'm flat broke and can't even afford a hot dog right now.

So I better just check myself.

Right. Now.

Am I Up For This?

She's playing hard-to-get.

She's playing hard-to-get, or she's not interested.

After about 5 days of silence, I get a text message reply from L. I had left her the following message after calling her on Thursday:

Me: Can't tell if it was your phone or mine, but there was a lot of static when I called. How are ya? Playing hard to get already?

A whole day passes.

Her (reply after 24 hours): Lol no silleee isn't it gorgeous out

I sent her another message, telling her I was searching for glass repair shops for my car window. I didn't get a message from her until 3 hours later, when I was sleeping, and her phone sent the same message 6 times. I couldn't be fucked to send her another text so I just went to sleep.

I feel like I'm too old for this shit. I don't mind a little gameplay here and there. I don't mind the little poke-me games and hot/cold I get from PG... because she's 21. And I didn't get the impression that L was like that. I thought she was someone who knows what she wants. She did make the first move after all and decided to invite me online.

Eh. I'm also too tired to figure this out right now. All I know is that she's 30 and could be playing games and I'm 27 and don't want to be played (again.) So I guess it's up to me to shit or get off the pot. I hope I'm wrong about this whole thing, but the voice inside my head is calling it like it sees it-- just like it did with PG. She likes you man, but she's probably playing games with you to find out how serious you are. Are you up for this? You gonna let her win at this game?

I honestly don't know. I don't even think I would know how to turn the tables in my favor.

I also hate playing games. But it's like that hate you have for something but do it anyway.

Nothing Personal

I'm faced with a kind of weird limbo in Dating World. It feels like a multiple-choice question.

Q: You've just had a date with an amazing woman last Friday. You've both made plans to see each other again. When you call her to make plans on Monday, you leave a voicemail. It's now Thursday night and she hasn't called back. Which is most likely to be the reason she hasn't replied?

a.) She's lost her phone and your number at a party on the Jersey Shore. She'll probably call you at the beginning of next week when she gets it back. Next time leave your phone number on the message, silly!

b.) She's really tied down with work right now. She'll probably call you this weekend to make plans and apologize for being too busy to drop a line.

c.) Ouch! You made a bad impression on her during your date together and she is blowing you off this week so you'll get the message that she's not interested. She'll probably call you in a month or so and say that she's been "busy" so that you won't feel so bad, then invite you to a "friendly" barbecue or something. Sorry, brother!

d.) She really did have a great time on your date and is trying not to be too eager (just like you are) to make plans with you for next time. She'll call you (6-day rule) this Saturday and invite you to a laid-back, chillin' activity. Like a barbecue or something.

e.) Sorry, dude. She's been seeing other guys and you've just been voted The Weakest Link. Better luck next time! Go dust yourself off and meet some more women.


(...)

There could be a million reasons why a girl doesn't call you back. It doesn't suffice it to even go into the kind of frenzy my esteem has been experiencing over the last few days. And it doesn't help that the model I asked to coffee today was married. (But at least that was something out of my control-- I can't help it if you're married, you know?) A few weeks ago I had just turned 27 and was feeling like I could ask out any woman and they would say yes. Today I feel like a teeny, tiny, little (rejected) turd.

Granted, my date, "L", and I have only known each other a few weeks. But even before our date, L would at least call me the next day and reply to my message, so this prolonged silence seems odd.

I'm baffled. A little. I sent her another text message tonight, but no reply.

I'm pretty sure nothing bad's happened to her. And I was pretty sure we had a good time. And I was pretty damn sure we were going to have another date. So why the sudden brush off?

I guess I'm all right. Not too shaken up about it, especially since we haven't known each other that long. But I guess it could be foretelling of the long and rejected road of dating that I have yet to experience. What better way to prepare for acting than this, right? I always wondered if my love life and my career would be one and the same.

If she doesn't call by Monday I will leave her a message with my number. If I don't get a call back this time next week, I can assume it's not gonna go anywhere. Besides, I'll probably be having dinner with this cute ex-personal trainer that lives in my sister's building. No. Hard. Feelings.

And that's the way I'll have to look at dating from now on.

Nothing personal.

An Extra Helping Of Life

Just when you think you've had enough on your plate, life comes along and gives you a few more helpings.

Between dating, working, and trying to find a new place to live-- of all things, my car gets broken into the other night. It's not the first time this has happened, but it's one of those things that makes you wonder why you need that one more thing on top of everything else.

I have more pressing matters to worry about, like when I'm going to ask the hot Czech model out for coffee today (last chance to do it.) Or when I should buy my next vacation ticket. Not how much a new window will cost me, or whether or not I should price one out at a junkyard.

It's a funny thing, too, because in my perspective on money, something always happens right when I need a little extra money for something else.

But I guess that's just how life has been going for me lately. Always keeping my head right above the water-- never really getting out of the pool. And I guess you could say I've been getting better at swimming.

Now, on to more pressing matters. Do I shower now, then make breakfast? Or should I shave first, then make an omlette?

Life is so hard sometimes.

Huh?

I was having a great day. This was because of a wonderful weekend on a date with a new girl (will be posting that soon,) and meeting two other newer girls I will be making plans with in the near future.

But somehow, whenever I'm in a pretty good mood, PG is in a pretty bad one. Not all the time, but we're sometimes pretty opposite like that. And vice versa.

We've managed to remain pretty cool to each other over the last few weeks, despite the fact that I've not been hanging out with her during lunch like I usually do. I finally decided to move on from my crush on her, and have since been exploring new options (like dating women outside of the workplace.) However, my recent aloofness had caused me to notice a slight hostility between us. I think it's got something to do with us hanging out on my birthday and me leaving her apartment, choosing not to pursue her beyond us being just friends, and not confessing the fact that I fancied her. I don't know if that's the reason, but since that day, PG has been acting a little more coquettish with me, playing the hot/cold angle here and there.

Now PG has been keeping an active social-butterfly lifestyle since I've known her. And I know that she's dating other people here and there. And we haven't even crossed into that situation ourselves. But there exists a tension between us that I'm sure has something to do with, well... us.

But I've been wrong before. And as it stands now, it just doesn't add up for me to try and get involved.

So today after work I offered to help her with a pretty large delivery that needed to be taken up the street. Afterward, we walked to the subway. I tried to catch up with her during those brief few minutes. She invited me to a party tomorrow night. I said I'd think about it.

Then I jokingly launched into how we used to get along. I decided to use a tactic B says to me all the time. "Blah, blah, blah... So, don't hate me if I'm hot," I said.

"Oh no," she replied. "That's not the reason I hate you."

"Well I'm sure you'll tell me why when the time is right."

"Maybe," she replied.

We parted ways because she had to meet up with her father. She thanked me for the help with her delivery and we kissed on the cheek and said we would see each other tomorrow. As I was walking away, the last little exchange we had started to sink in. It seemed like it was all a joke, but suddenly it wasn't. All her little snaps at me over the last few weeks that I didn't really notice started to make sense.

And then I got really, really confused.

Huh? What the fuck did I do? Was she joking?

I couldn't tell. And maybe her responses were designed that way-- to throw me off and confuse.

But as they say: There's a little truth to every joke.