Miss Curious and Optimism in the Dating World... It's true

He even has a name that screams fling. You know, one of those latin lover names like Flavio or Antonio, except he’s not actually latin. He’s the type of guy who looks you straight in the eye when he introduces himself, but then, quickly and shamelessly looks you up and down.

There’s nothing like a fling to get you over some punk-ass fleeting ex-boyfriend.

Okay, so I haven’t really had a fling yet, but I certainly have a potential fling in the wings.

Last Wednesday after Bam told me “more than friends” was never going to be an option, I decided to cease communication (not informing him of my decision... simply ceasing). Of course, that night I received 2 phone calls from him. The next morning I got a “where are you?” type email. One phone call that night. Friday morning came the “I hope you’re okay, Miss Curious. I am getting worried,” type email.

I finally decided to reply. I simply told him that I needed space… that emailing all day, everyday was not conducive to moving on.

Of course my email was not without one scathing remark. I did a PS which highlighted the fact that he had done the same thing to me (cut-off communication) on two occasions and at that time he had been boyfriend.

He apologized and told me he understood my need for space. He also said that he was there for me however I needed him and that he has all this respect for me and shit… whatever, he thinks I’m fabulous, but couldn’t be with me?

Why couldn’t he? Why didn’t he like me back the way that I liked him? I really thought he did… the things he said… the way he worried so much about me… the way he freaked-out if I was out of touch for a minute. I just don’t understand. Not at all. Where did it go wrong?

Blah. Guess he needs a girl not a woman.

Anyway, that communication went down on Friday. I got off work early. It was beautiful day in San Francisco, so I met some friends at a bar.

Perusing the patio, I came upon a dude I recognized from a business around the corner from my house. We’d flirted once ages ago. I didn’t even know his name. I was mildly attracted to him. He was in the bathroom line. I was buzzed, so I decided to get my ass in line behind him. Oh silly girl trick.

But then, the bathrooms opened up as soon as I got there, and I didn’t even see his face.

Oh well.

I bumped into some other dudes I knew. Chatted with people here and there.

Then I got up to go to the bathroom and low and behold who walks up right behind me??? That’s right Antonio (let’s call him – it’s not his real name, of course). We both said hello. Introduced ourselves.

After the bathroom, we walked up to the bar together and had some hard-core flirting. I mean, there was no question whether it was friendly conversation or flirting… it was on the verge of sleazy… everything I did or said was “sexy.”

Such as answering my age… he’d be “oooh, that’s sexy.” Or, mentioning my heritage, “oooh, that’s sexy.”

Luckily, his “oh sexy’s” were compensated by an expansive vocabulary and a sharp wit… and comments that were anything but humble, and I love arrogance – well, at first.

Then, he asked for my number a hundred times. We finally exchanged numbers. He said he’d call later that night (meaning 10ish – we started drinking early) so we could smoke and cuddle seeing as I made it clear there would be NO fooling around. NONE. Not interested I told him. He said fine... yeah sure.

Did I mention he lives on the next block from my house? Um, the perfect fling situation.

Well, he didn’t call. That was Friday night.

Sunday, I bumped into him at his place of business. For discretionary purposes, I’m not going to get into where he works, but even if I go there during his working hours, it’s likely I could never even see him.

He looked me up and down. Commented on my small feet… again… odd. Then he proceeded to ask me, “when are you going to call me? You have my number, right?”

He keeps asking me to call. Even Friday night, “you’ll call me right?!” call me - call me - call me.

I told him, “whatever… you call me.” Classic lame flirtatious behavior of who will call who first.

That night I left him a message since I didn’t work on Monday and because it would be our last chance for “cuddling” and smoking for the next 2 weeks (I have guests).

He called back a couple hours later. I was baked and didn’t pick up.

That’s where our story ends.

Nothing spectacular, but something very important – Every time I stop dating someone, I have this fatalistic outlook… like I’m never going to meet anyone ever again… and it’s the end of dating for me. How – where – when will I ever meet someone?!?!

Moral of the story – this isn’t about Antonio, he’s not my type. This story means that you never know where you’ll meet someone… things happen… the world works in mysterious ways (as that cliche goes)… I needed a pick-me-up, and the universe gave me a sort of reassurance of things. Seems like a silly thing, but I’d been bummin’ about boys, well amongst other things, and it was nice to have a quick distraction… and perhaps a promise of someone else… someone better in the future… or maybe that someone better will just be me. :-)


JUST IN:

As I mentioned above, I told Bam to please give me some space right now, and that I’ll give him a shout when my feelings subsided. He told me to take the time I need, and he’ll be ready to communicate when I am.

Soooo, who’d I just get an email from!?!?! BAM.

Just asking how I am… wondering about my job status… telling me what he did over the weekend… asking what I did.

What!?!?! I'm can't reply.