“Can I please call you when I am away?” He says as he brushes a loose piece of hair away from my eye.
“Of course.” I had to try hard not to giggle with joy.
“Can we chat online? I will email you as well.”
“I would love that. And now, sir, you are going to be late! I will see you when you come back.” Quickly I jump up to kiss him on the cheek and give him a smile. I walk off as confident and sexy as I possibly could. Listening to my internal romantic music, I feel like the luckiest person ever! I can’t wait for the next date and hear all about his trip! I can’t wait for his email to arrive in my inbox to make me smile and I’ll write back something witty.
Oh come on, don’t act surprised! You knew it was doomed in the first place; that’s what this topic was about! I never heard from him again. No email, no phone call, no chat! He just disappeared. I even researched the news to see if any airplane crashed that day but the only accident that day was his empty promises. Although that didn’t stop me from going on more dates, but it did leave a little dark angry spot deep inside of me.
Alvin is kind of cute but I am just not interested in babysitting a twenty-eight-year-old who likes to play silly, self-denial theory games such as “How to get a girl’s attention” like a junior high school boy. After I greet everyone and sit down, the first thing he presented to me was … his little diagram of how “relationships” work. Two drinks later, I find myself talking to him about my views on dating and he was fascinated. Four drinks later, he forgot his little drawing and focuses his attention fully on me while I am ready to get my drunk self home. I leave without saying goodbye, wake up the next day to find two text messages from him waiting on my cell phone. After that night we run into each other a few times in parties or bars, and the conversation always ends up to be pretty much the same … he talks about how he is cool with an open relationship and I try to convince him otherwise. One night after a party, he walks me home as we routinely debate on the same old subject … with my drunken eyes, I look at him. Alvin is not a bad looking guy; I can even say he is kind of cute for my taste …
