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Before heading home, J and I planned a date for that Thursday.We exchanged numbers, kissed, said our goodbyes, and I left feeling quite pleased with myself, knowing that I had played my cards right. I wasn’t expecting a call on Monday or Tuesday because of the ‘rules’ and all that, but by Wednesday night I started to feel a little panicked. By 7 pm I had two choices: resign myself to the fact that he isn’t into me, or do something I had never, ever done before- call him. As the phone rang I practiced the message I would leave on his voicemail in my head but was interrupted when, to my astonishment, a very perplexed-sounding J answered the phone.Without prompting, he said: “I’m so sorry I didn’t call.It’s just been a really crazy week, but I should have called.” I smiled, “No worries, it’s been a busy week for me too,” cool as a cucumber.The date ended up being one of the best I’ve ever been on- we chatted non-stop, sparks were igniting, and I just felt all warm and fuzzy inside.Towards the end of the date he looked like a fool in love.Ten minutes later he called to tell me he was waiting downstairs.
I didn’t get it, he was so into me that weekend, what could have possibly changed so dramatically?I called a few friends to tell them what had just happened and they couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer awfulness and hilarious awkwardness of it all.QUIZ: Are You Accidentally Destroying Your Love Life?See you soon.” At this point I was absolutely panicked.
I almost called him back to cancel the whole thing.
He couldn’t pry his eyes away from me and said he had never felt this way about a girl after a second date. There was no doubt in my mind that I’d be hearing from him again and I was right.