Was That a Date..?
There are thousands of things that I’m super awkward about - not ashamed of most. One of those things is knowing when a guy is into me. So, let that preface this “date” story…
A few years ago I met this guy - let’s call him… Ben. I met Ben a few years ago and we went on a date and chatted for a little while and then things sort of just fizzled away. Totally part of dating, so whatever.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago when I posted the invite to my housewarming party on social media (obviously not my actual address). Ben hits me up and was like, “hey - I’d like an invite.” I’m thinking to myself, “OK - sure. I haven’t seen or really talked to you in at least a year and a half but yeah, you can definitely come to my party.” Low and behold who is one of the first to show up? BEN!
He’s by himself - knows none of my friends - but is mingling like no one’s business: playing corn hole with my dad, chopping it up with a homegirl, drinking beer and eating vodka infused gummy worms with my brother - the whole nine. And, even stays until the very end of the party. Like, the VERY end; last non-family person to leave. Mind you - throughout this entire day (and trickling into the following Monday), everyone is asking about him. “Who is that?” “How do you know him?” “Is he gay? And if he isn’t, single?” “Are you guys dating?” If you only you all knew.
The obvious next move is to make sure I still have his number. Double check before he leaves - I do. Text him later that evening thanking him for coming - yada yada yada. He’s still got mine and says we should get together soon. Score.
Sidenote: I hate the “let’s get together” with no concrete plans. Dating or otherwise.
Friday rolls around (5 days after the housewarming reunion) and he asks me “Do you do brunch?” Uh - I can..? So we set plans for Sunday brunch. Saturday I didn’t really hear from him, so I figured these were empty plans like most others (dating is tough, y’all). Sunday, early afternoon, who shoots me a text asking about brunch plans? Ben. Two points, Ben. We settle on a place and, thinking out loud in a text, I wondered if this was a dog-friendly place. He calls and it isn’t. He proceeds to ask around to find one. Point three. It’s the little things, guys. Find a dog-friendly place, meet up and Dottie is almost immediately smitten with him. She sat at his feet most of lunch - for anyone who knows Dottie knows this is a pretty big deal. Lunch was about two hours - we’re wrapping up by talking about the Beltline. I mentioned I’d take Dottie there at some point in the near future. His response? “We can take her for a walk now if you want… If you don’t have any plans right after.” Um - yes. Let’s!
OK - the rest of the date isn’t really share-worthy. But, the ending is… As I’m getting Dottie back in the car (she was exhausted and couldn’t jump), he opens the back door and rubs her face and says, “Nice meeting you. I’ll see you again, soon.” It melted my little heart.
First the questions: Is he into me - or was this, like, a friends going to lunch thing? If this was a date - is he going to ask me out again? And if this wasn’t a date - how awkward once he reads this.
& now the waiting game comes…