I haven't yet mentioned apartment boy, have I? I met the perfect guy - on paper. 41. Great job. No idea if his finances are good, but they should be based on what he does. Dorky. Cute. Very very cute. AND HE LIVES IN MY APARTMENT COMPLEX! I have been complaining lately that I am way too busy to date. And here I meet a guy IN MY BUILDING. I was very excited. He is really really sweet. The only issue. He does not know how to date. We have known each other since October and we have seen each other 4 times. 3 of those were last minute at my apartment. He will text me at like 8:30 or 9 and ask if I am home. This does not work well because I do not want him to see me when I am in pj's and probably not looking hot at all.
Now, of course, you want to all shout at me. HE ONLY WANTS BOOTIE CALLS. But here is the catch. We have not had sex. Not once. I called him on the whole last minute, bootie call thing and he got sad. He wouldn't even make out with me much that night and when I pushed him on that, he finally admitted that it was because he doesn't want me to think he is only coming over for bootie calls.
So, we never talk on the phone. We do not text very often. He cannot be interested. And yet, he keeps asking to come over and hang out with me. I don't get it.
In the meantime, I just gave my phone number to some 22 year old that I picked up (and brought home?!?!?! wtf?!) on New Year's Eve. He asked "the real question is - will I ever see you again?" I said, "ummmm...well. I would go dancing with you." He likes to ballroom dance. Ah this single life.
