A few weeks ago I met a guy(boy) from Ireland. It really wasn't the ideal meet cute. It was daylight savings weekend and around 3:30 in the morning. I was looking for my friend who said she was getting pizza but she was no where to be found. Instead I found myself outside a pizza joint telling a stranger talking with two of my friends in an Irish accent that I was Irish. They were wondering if his accent was real, somehow me telling him I was Irish was more interesting.
We started talking. I was more interested in catching a cab. I don't know how he did it, but somewhere between needing to pee like a wizard and freezing cold, this fellow talked me into coming home with him. Now, lets get something straight, I do not sleep around at all. I like to hangout and make out but that is the extent of my dating "hook ups." We went back and forth because I really did want to go home. I told him I didn't get why he wanted me to come over because nothing was going to happen. He said he would sleep on the couch, he just wanted me to come hangout with him for a little while. Even thinking about it now, I am so annoyed with myself for going home with him. He was true to his word though - we watched a movie, talked and fell asleep. Yes, he did kiss me but I really wish he hadn't. I should not have gone home with him, but live and learn. This situation was definitely my fault, of course he was going to kiss me if I went to "hangout" with him at his house in the middle of the night. I am horrible at not kissing someone that tries to kiss me. I don't know how to "not awkardly" say no please don't. (something I really need to work on apparently)
What I am learning is that, "chivalry" is freaking dead. I don't want to kiss strangers. I expect at LEAST a date before a man tries to go in for a kiss. What makes him think he can kiss me? This situation was definitely my fault. I should not have gone home with him - but a few weeks prior, I was a little more brave telling a guy I met through a friend he couldn't kiss me without taking me on a date first. This worked magically. No kiss and I didn't have to give him my number when he asked. I know what I am looking for. If there is something about a man that piques my interest enough and he does ask for my number and I give it to him(two HUGE ifs in my life at this point), he better be asking me on a proper date.
Irish boy was very interesting. He was funny and witty and his accent alone is enough to make me want to hangout with him (easy I know). He dropped me off the next morning while trying to invite his way to brunch with me. I was meeting girlfriends and not bringing him with me. However he did message me a couple hours later asking if I would come watch football with him. Yeah sure, I would have liked to, but we can't go from meeting to "hanging out". Where is the romance in the world these days? A man doesn't have to spend money on me, he could ask me to go for a walk in the park for all I care, but I want him to take initiative. It is the fact that he thought about what he wants to do and asked me if I was open and made a plan for us to spend time together. What is with men these days thinking they can just ask me to hangout? It sets a precedent for the entire relationship. If we start off sitting at home and never going out - what would our relationship be like?
He talked to me all day everyday the next week and said he would take me on a date but by the time Friday night rolled around - he said he would take me on a date "next week". What was he doing Friday and Saturday night? . . . turns out, drinking and then calling me at 2 am in the morning (Only God knows for what reason) but I was already fast asleep. Sunday morning rolls around and he apologizes for the late night calls and texts, explains that he had a "boys day" and got rip roaring drunk. Nevertheless, he was ready to hangout with me again and watch football. I was already over it at this point. I told him I was going to meet friends and if he wanted to join, he could. We had a great afternoon together. My friends liked him. He really is hilarious. . . but humor alone, does not a make a good man. He told me he wanted to take me out and asked if I was free Monday. You see, a friend was coming into town and he only had Monday open. I was tired Monday - I was over this "boy". I asked if we were still on for the evening and he asked if we could reschedule. So much for this one, right?
This was my fault. I allowed it to start off wrong. Good thing I know what I am looking for and let it go before it even started. I just hope that if other women are out there dealing with these "boys," they will recognize them for what they are and leave it be. Don't go after a boy, wait on a man. They must still be out there somewhere, right? So for now, I'll stay single on the rocks, and please - hold the boys.
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