Well, that’s what it feels like right now. This. Is. Super. Frustrating.
Back to the first conversation Ian and I had. We’d talked about concerts we’d seen and those on our list. I told him the only remaining musician on my concert bucket list is Prince.
Prince is dead. Fuck.
We joked a bit back and forth and said goodnight. The last text I sent him that night was a Prince meme.The next morning, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew he wasn’t going to be an overwhelmingly attentive texter, but he also didn’t strike me as a player.
While normally I would just wait to hear from someone the next day, this time I was curious what would happen if I texted him. At noon, I said “Hi Ian – how is your day going”. He responded pretty quickly and we exchanged text messages for a while. He mentioned helping a family member with introduction to new technology, so I took the opportunity to ask him if he was much of a texter himself.
He said “I do text and stay current on tech as much as possible. I’ve gone android over Apple.”
That wasn’t quite what I meant. I also figured I should give him a chance, so I said:
“I was asking a more personal question… Some people like to send good morning and good evening texts and sometimes text throughout the day. Others not so much. I’m somewhere in the middle – back to back meetings is not often conductive to personal communication :)”
And he said “I do enjoy both space and communication… But can be a little much if it’s all the time.”
We exchanged a few more texts then I signed off, telling him if he wanted to later, perhaps we could talk again. He said that sounded great.
No phone call, no text.
Again, I neglected my own guideline – my gut was not telling me I was being deliberately ignored. I honestly get the sense he has no idea how much he should be in communication if he actually intends to date a woman. Could be completely wrong, I do know that. I don’t have much to base that opinion on, and I think most of it is wishful thinking.
That night at 10:10pm I’d had enough waiting and figured I would set an example of what I wanted, so I sent him a good night text. He replied right away with “I was just going to do the same but the time is late. So yes. Good night. I’m up if you want to chat for a sec.”
Late? Just after 10pm? Okay….
I gave him a call and we talked for 90 minutes. It was a fun conversation, with some banter and flirting. Case in point: when I asked him what being a Sagittarius was all about, he said “well the symbol is an arrow, which means I’m good in bed”. It was the first sexual reference he’d made.
We talked about getting together the following week. I’m able to move something around so he said he’d get back to me about which of the two nights we discussed would be better. He sounded keen to meet.
We “stalked” each other on Facebook on the phone, to much teasing about each other’s profile photos. No, we aren’t Facebook friends, but I noticed the next day he had friend requested me. So far, I’ve not responded.
I told him I liked getting good morning and good evening texts. Figured we’d see how he did with that.
The next morning, there was no “good morning” text. I sent him one and he responded with “good morning sunshine”. There was some interaction but not much. That night at 1pm he sent me “Hey Good Night”. I was working late and we told me about the things he did with his kids and some news about an upcoming job.
Which felt rather intimate, for lack of a better term. Like we’ve known each other for a long time. They weren’t the kind of updates I’m used to. I don’t know what to make of it.
Today. No good morning text. He obviously didn’t get the memo, or doesn’t care. Capable of learning, this time I didn’t send one to see what happened.
But when I saw the news Prince died, I simply texted him “OMG Prince died”. Two hours later he responded with a message with a Prince story. We exchanged notes about each other’s day and he told me he had his kids and was off to cook with them.
The last thing I said, since he didn’t mention text week (despite assuring me he would know today) was “…. I don’t mean to bug you but do you know about next week”
I haven’t received a single thing since. I know he’s with his kids, so definitely didn’t expect a whole exchange, but now I’m annoyed since both my personal trainer and nanny are waiting for me to get back to them about next week.
So. I don’t think it’s ever taken someone so long to bloody well confirm a first date.
And to sign us off, the one and only Prince: