At the end of our first date, I got out of the car without a hug or awkward kiss on the cheek.
I knew I'd blown my chance, I just knew it. So, I did something very unlike me and texted him, "I had fun tonight, thank you." I'm a little traditional in that I want the guy to do the calling, the texting, the making the first move.
I can't remember if he texted back or not, I think he might have said something like, "You're Welcome." But it's entirely possible he went to bed before even receiving my text. Remember, he gets up at
A week went by and I didn't hear from him. I saw him at work occasionally, but I did my best to seem like I didn't care. I blew my chance.
I'm not used to guys not contacting me right away. I guess the guys I've dated in the past have come on a little strong and chased me right away. I was dying over here!
Even the co-worker who set us up hadn't said anything to me, she didn't even ask how it went! But I knew she'd talked to him about it, there's no way she didn't. I somehow brought it up and said I'd go out with him again. She didn't say much other than I got out of the car quickly so he thought I wasn't interested. I explained to her why I got out of the car so quickly and awkwardly - I had to pee.
She died of laughter.
But...she must have said something to him because a few days later, I randomly got a text from him. It was Christmas time and I was baking cookies. He was putting up Christmas lights (I love that a guy who lived alone still put up lights!) He said we should bake cookies.
So we did.
And then a few years later we baked babies.