First there was a royal mix-up, then I had an blind impromptu date, then I invited my impromptu date to sleep over, but we didn’t have sex and then… oh wait, that’s where we are now!
I fell back asleep, trying to push aside the first twinges of pain of an imminent hangover headache. I woke up rational and clear-headed (if not hungover). I enjoyed The Real T, “yeah,” I thought, nodding my head as I thought it. I wasn’t pushing him aside because of a trivial, superficial flaw (“he doesn’t make me crazy,” I once dismissed a man to Roommate E. “Isn’t the goal to not be crazy?” I shrugged and never talked to the guy again). He’s fun, he respected my rules, he made me laugh… yeah, I’d like to see him again.
With that, I went about my day. I texted him mid-afternoon: “I had a great time last night.”
My phone buzzed almost immediately with a response. “Me too. What are you doing tomorrow? We should meet up.”
I had plans the next afternoon but suggested the evening. “Sounds great. I’ll let you know,” he said.
The next day, my phone stayed silent. I made other plans.
Over drinks that night with Bach, my best guy friend in D.C, I filled him in on my impromptu date with The Real T, that he had made tentative plans with me and that I hadn’t heard from him.
“Not okay. Good thing I’m better company,” he cheersed me over a beer. I shrugged it off, expecting not to hear from him again.
At 1:00am, as Bach and I were laughing at, well, everything, my phone lit up.
“Hey! I’m on U Street, where are you? Let’s meet up!”
Drunken booty call? “So that’s what he meant by ‘meet up,’” I sighed at Bach. He gave me an apologetic, classic, “Didn’t want to tell you that,” look. I glared at him, daring him to mention that I invited my date to sleep over the first time we met. He didn’t mention it.
I wasn’t angry at the booty text but frustrated we weren’t on the same page. I wanted to get to know him better, while he had already decided we were in the sex-only zone.
“I made other plans, but thanks for the invite. Have a great night,” I texted and finished my beer.
The next afternoon, The Real T messaged me again. “We should get together this week.”
Frustrated, I responded, “I don’t know. You kinda left me hanging last night.”
I didn’t know if I wanted to throw in the towel or get behind his laid back style. Or… maybe he wasn’t laid back but looking forward to getting laid? I enjoyed talking to him and laughing with him too much to embrace just sex.
“I’m sorry about that. Let me make it up to you.”
Well, now, that was intriguing.
“How about El Centro DF on Thursday at 8:00?”
I stared at my phone for a few minutes before I let a smile creep up on my lips. Maybe it was possible we were on the same page after all…
“I think forgiveness may be found over guacamole 
See you then.”
Would you have said yes?
Yes, I would have. Sounds like it’ll be fun, at the very least.
PS, well done on saying no to the late night text. I’m so weak when it comes to that!
Absolutely. You spoke up for yourself, and he responded positively. Still – just to be on the safe side and to reiterate that you know your worth — I’d go home alone after dinner.
I probably would have said yes. But I never would have sent him that text saying I had fun the night before. I would have waited to hear from him first.
I always say Yes… but maybe that’s my problem.
Definitely! He made plans with you in advance for dinner, rather than throwing out another booty call. That’s worth a second chance in my book.
I agree with Katrina i would always say yes… at least he is making it up to you!
-K
I’m sure the question was directed at the ladies. So I won’t respond “yay” or “nay” either way.
But as a guy, I can say you take one swing for the fences and if you come up foul, you still have two more strikes. He probably just realized he’ll have to work a little harder to get into your pants and is merely tweaking his strategy.
Everyday i am always say “yes” I am like this. Sometime i am busy so that’s make some problem but my single men partner is manage that so its not a big problem….
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