“That’s twice in a row now,” he texts later that evening. “Really, I’m easy. Either give me champagne on the beach or massage my feet and I’m in heaven.”
Sweet! I’m starting to like this guy, I thought, as I was strolling on the beach in Mexico, remembering our picnic and collecting sea shells. The flickering thoughts melted as I plunged into the ocean and floated carefree, embraced by this huge body of water and with a light smile in my heart.
I couldn’t wait to see him when I got back and as soon as I landed, he called: “I’m coming to visit tomorrow.” I replied: “The universe is on my side.” Blissed out from my trip, I was super open and welcoming. He showed up, Mr. Shiny Toes, at my place with some delicious fruit salad, sparkly Italian wine, and an important message in his back pocket. What a special time it was, all sweet and perfect until I paused for a moment, and asked K if he was single and what that message was that he’d brought with him. His deep voice was loud and clear: he was not involved with anyone else but had to be honest—he knows himself well and is not ready for a relationship. Wow. By the next heartbeat the magic was gone, and I was cooling off without a blink.
“Ok, we can be friends,” I said.
He thought for a minute, “I understand your dilemma.”
“I have no dilemma, buddy. I know what I want.” We part.
This was kind of surprising, given the textual enthusiasm, but I guess
what happens on text stays on text.
Three days of no communication go by. I do not know what’s up with these guys, but it seems like some people don’t need or want a real connection. In any case, it is what it is. Accepting his truth, I was actively letting go, and pretty loudly too! And, while I was kicking the sidewalk, fetching some juicy Arabic phrases and threatening to resign from ever dating again, “the SMS of the year” arrives:
”My entrepreneurial coach led me thru a meditation exercise today and it made me think of you and I felt very moved. Thanks.”
What?! What am I supposed to make of this? Girls? Help! I got a text message today from this guy; I’ll forward it to you tell me what you think:
The first friend, sweet and caring, found it perplexing and asked if I was gonna call him and find out what it meant. “I’d rather wait,” I said. If it means anything of consequence, he’ll find a way to tell me. Then my psychoanalyst friend said very scholarly: “I think K wants you to know that you have penetrated his subconscious and I find it intrusive.”
