A friday coffee meeting turned into a weekend of mmmm… and now here i am, confused and frustrated. So i met him friday underneath the Kaufmann’s clock, where we first started to talk the Tuesday before. I didn’t know how to get to Market Square to meet him at the Starbucks, so we met here and walked there together. So coffee led to walking around downtown for a few more hours, which led to dinner at this little cafe a few blocks from my apartment (its downtown, everything is a few blocks from me) with the best cambodian cuisine i have ever tasted. This led to my apartment for movies, a one o’clock trip to wal-mart to stock up on candy and more movies and finally to the sun rising Saturday morning and him laying next to me in bed. (NO SEX)
He called me a couple times that day, picked me up later that night, we went to the grocery store where he freaked out about shopping for food with me, referring to it as something ppl do after dating for a year… back to my place where i cooked, drank merlot, he tries to open a bottle, gets frustrated and declares “i can’t do this, i’m polish,” as he pushes it towards me to open…like i could do better? Merlot kicks in, we kiss, he falls asleep here again. I wake up to him kissing up on my neck in the middle of the night and have a massive anxiety attack. Refusing to bring any sort of baggage with me in any of my future expeditions i roll over and fall back asleep.
Sunday i wake up, make tea, read the newspaper and we talk about politics till noon when he leaves.