Kiss and Tell

My life as a dating extraordinaire has taken up a lot of time in the past couple of weeks. Being busy means that I have failed to keep this blog updated as promised, but I shall now provide a summary of past events. It all started a couple of weeks ago with Mr. Week One, who I met up with on a quiet Sunday night. I already knew that I wasn’t really that into him, but went along for it anyway. It was a good night that ended with him driving me home agreeing to see him again the following week. He hadn’t really given any signals that would have suggested that he wanted anything more than friendship either, so I was content with the silent mutual agreement and looking forward to seeing him again. When I did, I completely abolished my ‘dating’ way of behaving and got really drunk with him in the same way I would with a friend. All was going well until about midnight, when after too many gin and tonics he suddenly kissed me. This guy that I had treated like a friend, and whom I thought shared similar thoughts about me clearly didn’t. I didn’t know what to do, and in my drunken state I went along with it, leaving me more confused than content. It’s not that I don’t like him, he’s a really nice person, but that’s not enough is it?

I’ve seen him another time since that night, and it was the same all over again. A couple of drinks in three and ten followed by him walking me to a taxi, and just when I thought we were back at being just friends he kissed me again. When did these things become so hard to decipher? I have always been under the impression that when you fancy someone that you’re dating it is going to be obvious. I am going to have to see him again sometime soon and decide where I want it to go, however I don’t want him to not want to keep seeing me just because I’m not interested in him. I wonder if it’s possible to get to a friendship stage after dating someone who fancies you.

Just the other week, I went out with Mr. Week two, who is a research student and seminar tutor at my university. Going out with a political scholar was a first for me, and proved to be an interesting account. I found it hard to separate the notion of him being different and interesting and me actually being into him. We ended up having a really good time around the city, ending with him giving me a ride on his bike throughout Kemptown Village in the middle of the night in the pouring rain. A couple of days later he went through the effort of sending me a text completely written in Swedish which was really sweet. I didn’t reply, which I know is really harsh, but I didn’t want to keep leading him on when I’m not interested, at least I learned something from Mr. Week One. However, I saw him on campus just the other day, which forced me to literally stop, turn around, and run away, having to take a ten minute detour to get to the bus stop. Clearly I’m not as mature about this as I initially thought.