When I last left off, I was in a bit of a gray relationship area with Mr. Noncommittal, who I will further refer to as "Freddie." It's gray because after having what I thought was a good time, I didn't feel like he was making an effort to see me again anytime soon. But he was still keeping in contact with me throughout the week. This is the first time that a man has been this unclear with me after I've been out with him. Men are not usually so complex that there even is a middle ground between cutting off all communication and dying to see me again. I figured maybe he was trying to be nice or do the Christian thing by making casual hello/how-are-you conversation instead of blowing me off completely. I hypothesized that a week was probably the appropriate duty of feigning polite contact.
So yesterday, I was explaining my hypothesis to my friend "Amber," on our way to the bookstore to purchase a new copy of "The Rules." (For any of you who never read or subscribed to the lifestyle of "The Rules," it's a book for women about how to behave in order to have successful relationships) I was reconsidering my rule-breaking, good-girl-gone-bad attitude and thinking I needed a refresher course in how to be a strict, elusive rules girl; and Amber, being a like-minded single gal, was convinced that she needed to own a copy of "The Rules" as well. So as we were driving and talking, literally 30 seconds after I made a statement about how I didn't expect to hear from Freddie again and I was disappointed but decidedly moving on, he texted me. He was checking to see how the events of my weekend had transpired, and after a few flirtatious messages he invited me to come have beer and pizza and watch a basketball game followed by my choice of movie.
Now if I were a serious rules girl, I would have been "too busy" to see him on such short notice. But when he messaged I was only just in line to checkout at Borders with my fresh paperback copy of "The Rules," so I figured it was good enough to just make him wait 2 more hours and let him know I was busy with other people at the moment.
When I got to Freddie's house, he had all the appropriate condiments, necessary utensils, and an appetizer of chips and guacamole set out. I also thought it was cute that he had picked out a G-rated movie from Redbox because he wanted to have a nonoffensive option for me if I didn't want to watch the manly action movies in his collection. He showed me his new Systematic Theology book that he's been reading for his men's Bible study, and we discussed our thoughts on some different Scriptures. We also discussed what a Celtic is (neither one of us was sure) and I informed him that the Lakers got their name from the 12,000 lakes in Minnesota before the team was bought and relocated to Los Angeles. I always feel smart when I can share a sports fact with men ;)
So I'm still not being a rules girl. (In fact my copy that I just purchased is hidden under my car seat in case Freddie would have looked in my window and seen it. ) But I don't feel that I'm being overly rebellious either. I guess I'm still just having fun and seeing where things go.
Pluses for Freddie: He's conscientious, a good host, amazing kisser, perceptive, respectful, really cute, has super strong arms, loves Jesus and is passionate about sharing his faith as well as learning more, intelligent, intellectual, and a sexy dancer.
Negatives for Freddie: I still don't know what he's looking for--relationship? fling? friend with benefits?, I dislike that he always texts instead of calling, and--major bummer--he is interviewing next week for a job that would take him across the country.
Stay tuned for updates...
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