Well. I got my call back.
Which, don't get me wrong. I have nothing but respect for somebody who can be honest with me.
He called and said he owed me an explanation and I sat there dying of anticipation, waiting to hear something like, "well, you're great but there is somebody else" or "my friends don't like you" or something where i can finally put the piece into the puzzle and move on.
But instead, it wasn't that. It was a fear of commitment; a fear of getting hurt. Which, from his past, I can absolutely respect and understand. After many "I'm sorry, I'm an asshole for that" and a clean slate, he told me that he had been working a lot and how he thought he couldn't go to MSU for the weekend. After telling him I was going to be there, he suddenly perked up and said "well, if I do wind up going, maybe we can bump into each other."
Which is definitely what happened.
After never receiving a SnapChat from him before, Saturday morning I was surprised to see not his view from the office, but drinking on a lawn in East Lansing. So, I asked him about that, and turns out he was two blocks away from where I was staying. Which turned into a "Yeah, you're really close. Come over." So, I said I would. Three hours later, after lots of tailgating, drinking, and walking around, I got a call from him asking where I was and what I was doing. So I finally decided to go over there. Where he greeted me with a beer, ready to watch some football.
Now, after drinking a total of about 9 beers (maybe 10) from 10 am to about 4:30 pm, I was tired, drunk, and ready to barf. Luckily for me, I was on a couch, with my guy, sleepy and cuddly. After laying on his chest, I asked if he was okay with that (thank goodness for liquid courage). He said yes.
After leaving his place for a while, me and a friend went back and hung out with him and his friend for a while. Things got kind of crazy at the party, so we left.
So this afternoon, I decided to send him a text.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"I just really don't know what to do here, so I want you to tell me what I should do. In the situation me and you are in."
"I don't know what to say."
"I really do respect what you told me the other day. But I like you, and I think you like me too..."
"I do. That's where it falls into trouble. I'm not sure what to do either."
Now, here I am today... Confused, not sure where I stand in this guy's life. If I like you, and you like me, why shouldn't we be together? Why can't we both get past the past and focus on the present? Why can't we both take a leap of faith and see where this goes?
Take a chance - you never know what may come of it.
Which, don't get me wrong. I have nothing but respect for somebody who can be honest with me.
He called and said he owed me an explanation and I sat there dying of anticipation, waiting to hear something like, "well, you're great but there is somebody else" or "my friends don't like you" or something where i can finally put the piece into the puzzle and move on.
But instead, it wasn't that. It was a fear of commitment; a fear of getting hurt. Which, from his past, I can absolutely respect and understand. After many "I'm sorry, I'm an asshole for that" and a clean slate, he told me that he had been working a lot and how he thought he couldn't go to MSU for the weekend. After telling him I was going to be there, he suddenly perked up and said "well, if I do wind up going, maybe we can bump into each other."
Which is definitely what happened.
After never receiving a SnapChat from him before, Saturday morning I was surprised to see not his view from the office, but drinking on a lawn in East Lansing. So, I asked him about that, and turns out he was two blocks away from where I was staying. Which turned into a "Yeah, you're really close. Come over." So, I said I would. Three hours later, after lots of tailgating, drinking, and walking around, I got a call from him asking where I was and what I was doing. So I finally decided to go over there. Where he greeted me with a beer, ready to watch some football.
Now, after drinking a total of about 9 beers (maybe 10) from 10 am to about 4:30 pm, I was tired, drunk, and ready to barf. Luckily for me, I was on a couch, with my guy, sleepy and cuddly. After laying on his chest, I asked if he was okay with that (thank goodness for liquid courage). He said yes.
After leaving his place for a while, me and a friend went back and hung out with him and his friend for a while. Things got kind of crazy at the party, so we left.
So this afternoon, I decided to send him a text.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"I just really don't know what to do here, so I want you to tell me what I should do. In the situation me and you are in."
"I don't know what to say."
"I really do respect what you told me the other day. But I like you, and I think you like me too..."
"I do. That's where it falls into trouble. I'm not sure what to do either."
Now, here I am today... Confused, not sure where I stand in this guy's life. If I like you, and you like me, why shouldn't we be together? Why can't we both get past the past and focus on the present? Why can't we both take a leap of faith and see where this goes?
Take a chance - you never know what may come of it.
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