Let’s Be Friends
I got to Margarita Guy’s house as planned at 6:00, right before we were to leave to go to the movie then dinner. Only this time, instead of being greeted with a kiss, I was greeted with, “Before we go to the movie, there’s something I want to talk about.” Uh oh. “I just don’t see anything longterm with us, and I wanted to tell you in person rather than on the phone or in email,” he said. “But I still want to go to the movie tonight.”
Um. I just sat there. Not really knowing how to respond. “Okay, this weird.” I told him. “Are you mad at me?” he asked. “Weird,” I said. “This is weird. You don’t think it’s weird?” My vocabulary seemed to shrink to those few words. “Not really,” he said. “You know how a few days ago you asked me what was up? [ed. note: I noticed things felt weird and asked if everything was okay. He said he was just busy.] I’ve been thinking since then, and I came to the conclusion that I just don’t see anything longterm developing with us. But I’d like to be friends. And we need to leave now if we want to go to the movie.” Friends. Okay. “Let’s go to the movie,” I say. We get in the car, I’m hunched over to the right, purse in my lap, jacket wrapped tightly around me. He’s talking, but his words sound like the teacher from the Charlie Brown cartoons. Waaap, waaap. “I want to go home,” I said. “I’m really uncomfortable.” He’s had days to think about this and I’ve had five minutes. He sort of threw me for a loop.
He turned the car around. “So it’s all or nothing with you?” he asked. “I’m looking to date, not make friends. I don’t need any more friends,” I told him. The rest of the drive back to his house was pretty much silent. We got out of the car. “Can I at least have a hug?” he asked. I gave him a quick hug. “Call me tomorrow if you want to talk,” he said. “About this.” “No thanks. Good night,” and I was off.
My trip to New York couldn’t be at a better time.
Questions: What the hell was he thinking when he decided to say this after I drove out to his place for our date? Wouldn’t it have made way more sense to call me yesterday and ask to come over or something? And why the hell did he still want to go to the movie?