Dating man moves too fast
“Underwater drillers make a lot of money,” he said. “I think after I save up enough money, I’ll open my own tattoo shop.” The logical part of me wanted to point out that the economy had crashed a years ago. Just like pizza and fried twinkies when you’re drunk off too many whiskeys.“You are so cute when you smile,” he said gazing dreamily into my eyes. Before we left, he asked for my phone number.“I want to see you again,” he said.But I was turned on by the danger of underwater drilling and fact that he wanted to ink to people for a living. “I want to come up to New York.”“I’m holding you to it,” I replied with a hopeful smile.I had paged through issue after issue of magazine, created mood boards and shopped at countless stores to achieve the look.I had an antique 18th-century French settee for Christ’s sake!Sure it was only 5 on Craigslist due to some damage by a cat, but I still had a predilection for the finer things in life.After we got married was I going to be his sugar mama?
As much as I liked being fawned over, a real connection is not about intense adoration. He wanted to rush forward to the good stuff without finding out if we were even compatible. I can’t find it.” I wondered if he knew something was amiss and his request was a way of trying to hold on. I sat on my patio drinking wine and feeling forlorn. Maybe Romeo and Juliet would have found themselves arguing where to spend Christmas or which grandparent is going babysit the kids.
The place was empty aside from two guys seated at the bar.
I sat down next to one of the men and gave him a quick once-over from the corner of my eye.
Even if I drown.he next morning, he texted me as I made my way to the airport. I imagined myself as Kate Winslet and him as Leonardo Di Caprio in the tragic lovers in the movie Like those characters, our love was instant and intense, and thankfully unlike them, we would not die in an arctic grave. I thought it was one of those tattoos you get on a dare. Or one of the paintings from where the eyes follow you.“I did see it. She’s beautiful.” It was the kind of response you gave when a friend asked you if they looked fat. If I think GNR is a godsend and your favorite band is Maroon 5 it will never work. It’s like living through the eighties and never trying coke.
We exchanged witty banter about our favorite bands and teasing each other in the flirty way that makes you involuntarily grin like the Cheshire Cat at all times.“Can you send me a picture of yourself? Three factors THAT are essential in my determination of whether or not a guy and I have any future together. As though he was reading my mind, he quickly followed up, “Look I don’t have a lot of money, but I am a really good guy, and I’ll support and take care of you.”I was a bit taken aback with his statement.