So, remember when I said I never get hit on? Well, trolololol, because while out reporting yet another story for my travel writing class, a guy asked me for my number. I interviewed him for my story, we chatted for a bit, and then he asked if I wanted to go to dinner with him later in the week. He apparently does restaurant evaluations and wanted someone to go with him. So he asked for my number so he could give me more details, and I gave it to him. I mean, this stuff never (and I seriously mean never) happens to me, and he seemed nice. Why not, right?
That was on Monday. He’s texted me every day since (like, a lot, to the point where it’s hard to keep up with the conversation), and even called me twice on Wednesday about whether or not I could do the restaurant thing with him. TWICE. And left voicemails both times.
Honestly, I’m not really sure what to think. He seems pretty awesome on paper; he’s a Mets fan, Jewish, wears glasses, is into fitness, doesn’t play those I-have-to-wait-two-days-before-I-text-her games, and doesn’t give one word answers.
But something just feels weird. I’m 20 and have never had a boyfriend, so all of this “talking”/dating stuff is new to me. I hate small talk via texting, I really do. I mean, I’m glad to know he’s interested, but texting me three times before I have the chance to respond to the first one is a bit much. And dude, two voicemails?
He’s really intent on hanging out with me, and so far I’ve had to turn him down each time because of work and other commitments. He doesn’t seem deterred at all, though; he did his restaurant evaluation with another girl, and was texting me while he was with her because apparently she was boring. And tonight he’s been texting me for ages, and just told me he’s looking through Netflix for a movie to watch with his friend. I’m a firm believer in paying attention to the person you’re with, so I don’t know if I should be flattered or put off.
On the other hand, my dating naivete means I have no flipping clue what I’m doing. I mean, I feel like I should have a definite interest in someone before I go on a date with them. Is that wrong? Should I just go out with him and see what happens, regardless of how much I may or may not like him? Or do I listen to the side of me saying “this is kinda weird”? That side has been partially responsible for why I’ve been perpetually single, though, so there’s that.
God, no wonder I’m forever alone. I think too much.
Lovelies, what’s your take on my situation?