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So, the Guy and I have now been on three dates. Three dates of total platonicness that are killing me. I can't figure out if a) he's shy, b) my giving him a hug on the first date catapulted us accidentally into sort of friend mode, c) he's still hung up on the ex, or d) he's just not into me that way.
Or there's the option that he's really into me but he can't figure me out, so he's being hesitant. But hey, he's asked me out three times! And paid, three times! So he sees it as a date each time. And yet I've initiated physical contact each time and I've been painfully aware of body language in a way that I haven't on any date before (hell, I make sure to cross my legs toward him, lean toward him, touch him casually on the arm in conversation - yes, I'm a touchy person anyway, but thinking about it is not me!).
Either way, I'm going to work on tipping the balance of this whole thing, to see if it's going to go forward or if we'll be stuck in friend-land. I'm going to invite him to my house for dinner and a movie next Friday. I'm going to share more about myself (because for some weird reason, I've not been very forthcoming about myself - and lord knows that could send some mixed signals as well).
And I've been told that at this point, I have to make the move. Kiss on the cheek, something. I have a week to expend my nervous energy on spring cleaning the apartment and working out.
Or there's the option that he's really into me but he can't figure me out, so he's being hesitant. But hey, he's asked me out three times! And paid, three times! So he sees it as a date each time. And yet I've initiated physical contact each time and I've been painfully aware of body language in a way that I haven't on any date before (hell, I make sure to cross my legs toward him, lean toward him, touch him casually on the arm in conversation - yes, I'm a touchy person anyway, but thinking about it is not me!).
Either way, I'm going to work on tipping the balance of this whole thing, to see if it's going to go forward or if we'll be stuck in friend-land. I'm going to invite him to my house for dinner and a movie next Friday. I'm going to share more about myself (because for some weird reason, I've not been very forthcoming about myself - and lord knows that could send some mixed signals as well).
And I've been told that at this point, I have to make the move. Kiss on the cheek, something. I have a week to expend my nervous energy on spring cleaning the apartment and working out.