I’ve been dating again, after a few months of stopping. I shouldn’t say dating, it’s more or less just going on dates. Wait, is that still considered dating? Whatever, it’s happening. I’m just meeting new people.
Anyhow, I’ve recently met some potential, but I have a few funnies to share in the meantime. I’ve taken an extremely lax approach to meeting people. I don’t have a sense of expectation for how I think things should go beyond a base level of respect, which is assumed. I don’t so much care about the way a guy looks or how much money he makes, as long as he’s not bothered by either. Generally speaking. For me, it’s definitely more valuable if I can see his potential by the way he speaks about himself and things he cares about. All that good stuff, the things associated with getting to know someone new.
The guys I’d been meeting all said the typically lovely things I think most girls have shown them they like to hear. I’m the kind of person who likes more masculine guys. I don’t mean that in the sense that they have to be brawny and aggressive, but that they can be. Or at least, they’re just more inclined toward being masculine than feminine. I love all the typical chivalrous things, it really helps. Most of the guys I’d met recently seemed to embody many aspects of things I liked.
One guy, we’ll call him Pablo, he was staying in Red Deer for a few months after being in Surrey for two years. He had previously arranged for us to go out, but rescheduled. It was fine, I was busy the day we had originally agreed to meet. In truth I’d forgotten. Anyhow, rather last minute he asks me if I’d like to go for a walk once he’s done with an event in Kensington. That was perfect for me because downtown’s close to everything. If it doesn’t work, we can just go our separate ways. I lost track of the time after we met, and I knew the whole time that he was being at least a little bit fake. It’s understandable to some degree when you’re meeting a potential lover, they could judge you and slipping into scarcity is really easy. I knew though that this was a little different, so I prepared myself.
He seemed really masculine. Even in the sense that he didn’t let me walk on the side of the street with the cars. I didn’t think I was going to pursue something with him (he was a little abrasive for me), but I appreciated the gesture. He seemed thoughtful to boot. It was close to midnight and we decided to part ways. I had come on the train and I knew he parked in Kensington, which is ridiculously easy to get to from where we were. He’d also mentioned a GPS thing on his car. He goes “let’s go”, so I assumed that he was going to try and offer me a ride. I figured well, I suppose I could take that (the thought he’d be a killer or something didn’t cross my mind, I figured I could take him!). So we walked and I began to feel incredibly awkward right as we got to where the car was.
I found out shortly after, I realized he wanted me to walk him to his car. This sort-of burly construction worker wanted the girl he was planning to try banging (for a lack of a more-suited word) to escort him to his car, just for safety’s sake. He was scared of getting lost, even though we were three blocks from the car and he always came to the city. Maybe it’s just me because of my years being jaded by guys who’d rather escort me at least to the area in which I would be transported home. We’ll pretend he forgot his GPS. I wish him luck though, he’s right for some girl.
P.S., nothing happened with him. We never spoke again after that awkwardness.