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The Prodigal Date Returns

Monday, May 15, 2006

So as I mentioned earlier today in the Monday Mish-Mash, The Cute Paramedic has resurfaced again. Now before y'all start muttering "Oh, here he goes again..." shut yer pie holes and read up.
 
So Friday night I'm sitting around basking in my ├╝ber-slackerness doing nothing but playing WoW and I get a text message. Of course, it's from TCP. I hadn't heard from her except for one message the day after the St. Patty's day, umm, friskiness. The message ask "What's the probability of a person getting dumped on the second Friday in may two years in a row?" I responded somewhere along the lines of "I don't know, but it's about like my luck" and also that I have a similar problem with the week after valentine's day. She then supposed that I wasn't single now that she is since we "never seem to be single at the same time." At that point I had to remind her that I have basically been single since she met me (which is just about a year ago).
 
Then it came:
"Maybe I should accept if you ever as me out for dinner again." Reply: "So noted, I might just have to do that"
"Give me some time to get over this, but ask me again and I'll say yes." Reply: "Will do ;-)"
 
At this point I think is when I started hearing that sucking sound of what I can only explain a the Black Hole of Relationship Doom. My history with this girl is not of the highest caliber. I've always liked her, but she has a real bad habit of showing alot of interest, sticking around for a date or two, the disappearing only to resurface a month or two later with a new relationship.
 
We texted a little more and then decided to go out for a drink in my words "Not at all as a date, but much more as a supportive friend." So, it was decided we would go out for a beer and a little karaoke at her favorite bar.
 
We got together and chatted about the whole situation and what had happened. I really won't go into it, but to me, I certainly think she's much much better off being single. She sand songs in the theme of break ups and bad relationships. I sang A perfect Circle's version of Jon Lennon's "Imagine." Man I hate how I sound in karaoke speakers. Especially setups without monitors.
 
Anyway we talked for a while and stayed a little past close (she got off work at like 11:15 so we didn't get together till about 12am). On the way out there were several more hugs and more chatting. I made sure not to mention anything to do with us simply because I did not want to cross the line from supportive friend to potential date. I'm quite sure that line is quite blurred, but it was my attempt. She said she planned on coming out and meeting us kickballers after she got done with work on Thursday and said she would give a call. She also mentioned of some possible party on Friday night and that if she went she was going to drag me along. There was a hug and a little friendly peck goodnight and that was that.
 
So yeah, she's back.She's back with all her cute, sassy, easily likeable funness. this time, it's on her though, if she's really interested she needs to show it and show some commitment to it. But, we'll see how things go. I might like the girl, but for the time being I'm not putting to much stock in anything happening. The door is open, I guess we'll see what walks in ;O)

posted by Chief Slacker @ 4:22 PM,




7 Comments:

At Tue May 16, 05:53:00 AM, Blogger Porq said...

Kill the fatted calf. Run out to her and put a ring on her finger.

I remember some kind of scene like that in the Bible... so if it works in the Bible, Hey Chief..

GOONEY GOO!!!

Good luck and maybe she can help you get to work on time or let you ccope until you get another job!!

OINK

 
At Tue May 16, 09:20:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I might like the girl, but for the time being I'm not putting to much stock in anything happening. The door is open, I guess we'll see what walks in ;O)"

The onus is on you to make the move.
You're the man, not her.

You can save yourself a lot of time by making a move at the end of the night next time you go out. Take initiative.

 
At Tue May 16, 01:06:00 PM, Blogger OzzyC said...

run

 
At Wed May 17, 09:25:00 PM, Blogger Porq said...

How come your counter now has 5 digits , eh... like 10000 ???

OINK

 
At Thu May 18, 11:29:00 AM, Blogger Carrie said...

DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!

I missed 10K!!!!


you KNOW I could totally cheat and photoshop a screen shot, right??? ;)

oh well..

as for TCP... make the move. seriously. man up and go for it (though I wouldn't suggest as far as my dad said) but yeah.. man up, and rest well knowing you at least went somewhere instead of sitting around waiting.

 
At Thu May 18, 02:45:00 PM, Blogger Kellie said...

Keep us in the loop!

 
At Sat May 20, 07:12:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

And...



Oh, here he goes again.

 

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