A Twenty-Something’s Dating Story

A true story from a younger friend:

I’ve been dating this guy for about 2 months, and it’s going well. But slow. The other night, we were both beat from the week and opted to do a low key dinner and see a movie. We had a really nice time, he’d picked up a bottle of wine at lunch and brought it over. After the movie, we hung out at my apartment. We talked, laughed. I’m always surprised at how easily things flow when we’re together. Then, around 2:30 in the morning, he said he had to head home.

My mind started racing with that junk thinking: Wait - what? It’s almost 3am. He lives 45 minutes away. Why wouldn’t he want to stay? What is this saying about how he feels about me?

What I should have said: “Oh, you’re leaving? That’s too bad. Well, at least I’ll be able to get up to go hiking in the morning!”

What I actually said: “No, stay!”

I whined. Completely out of character. But why wouldn’t he want to stay the night? I was surprised, tired, and caught off guard.

He said he’d stay a little longer (an immediate concession, but I missed it at the time), but he had plans for the next day, and friends were picking him up early from his house. A little while later, I walked him to the door, he kissed me goodbye and headed home.

The next day, I felt bad about the way I’d behaved. And after I’d slept and had some breakfast, his leaving didn’t feel like that big a deal at all. He’d given legitimate reasons, and he certainly hadn’t made a mad dash for the door. On the contrary, he’d kissed me a few times more, hugged me, kissed me on the forehead and said goodbye. (Romantic much?)

Who was that girl last night? Not much attractive about her! Needy, childish. Certainly not me. And poor guy! He’s never done a thing to make me think he doesn’t care. And he probably left thinking he’d messed up!

He called me 2 days later to say hi and see how the rest of my weekend went. He said he was sorry about the other night. He told me about his weekend, and explained a few things about who he is and where he was coming from, and I apologized too. And suddenly, I’m feeling very calm about the whole thing. Maybe this might actually be a good thing! Huh. Guess we’ll see.

…He also said, in addition to having to get up in the morning, that he’d been feeling “a little gassy” from dinner, and hadn’t wanted to subject me to his farts all night! I guess you really do just never know! ;-)