Now I'm His Girlfriend? Part I

I didn't know what to do, so I invited Church Boy out salsa dancing, hoping it would be a fun night out. He was all for it.

First, he gave up 20 minutes into the beginning class that's offered before the club starts. "I... I can't do this." Way to stress out, buddy.

Secondly... He had told me he's not the jealous type. Well, that was a big, fat lie. As I was talking to a male friend, he came around and placed his water glass firmly on the ledge in front of me. Hmmm, okay.

Thirdly, I told him, if he needs to eat something, there's a restaurant in the building, so we could order food. It was getting a little late, and he did have to eat. He ordered an appetizer and a drink, and asked me what I wanted. I just wanted water. He made such a big deal about the bar not giving out tap water. Geez, all I wanted was water while he ordered food and an alcoholic beverage. So, he says, "I'll manage." WTF??? I didn't get it.

We left soon after that and he asked if I could pull over so that he could administer insulin. Now, the part that concerned me most? He gave himself TWO shots of insulin, one in his leg, and another in his arm. I don't know much about diabetes, although my grandmother had it and she never gave herself 2 shots of anything. It seemed odd to me. As I was talking to a friend about this, whose mother is a diabetic, she told me something wasn't right.

It Was A Religious Theme...

So about a month and a half into seeing Church Boy, he suggested we go up to Santa Barbara for the day.

I love Santa Barbara, so we went under my condition that I drive (he had major car problems).

Bright and early on a Sunday morning, we went up there. We made it in time for mass at the Mission and walked around a bit checking it out. During mass there was an older couple sitting in front of us, holding hands. It was at that moment that I realized I'm not into this guy. I didn't feel comfortable around him. This moment absolutely SUCKED and wasn't sure how to handle it. I asked him to give me a few minutes so I can go into the chapel. Little did he know I wanted to pray to the Blessed Sacrament for guidance!

He Was A Priest?!

Nope, he was thinking of becoming a priest, but decided he liked women too much. At least, that's what he told me.

This was more than a couple years ago. I met Church Boy off a Catholic dating website. We exchanged several emails and decided to meet.

In fact, for our initial date, he invited me to go to mass with him. Some of you may be thinking, that's odd, but I've been on a successful church date before, so I agreed.

It went well. I couldn't really tell if he was someone I could be into, so a second date was followed by a third. Oh, okay, we were dating. But just dating.

Church Boy was a bit neurotic. He was on a strict diet, but he had reason to be. As a diabetic early on in his life, he had a really strict regimen that he maintained. Everything was scheduled. Gym, meals, mass, shower, you name it. I thought I was a planner, but he exceeded me by far.

Romeo, Romeo...

I still see Romeo around. Usually once a week, at the same place, same time. I see him, but it's not like we talk to each other. In fact, we avoid eye contact.

In late spring of this year his car and cell phone was stolen, and he thought I did it. He even sent me an email:

"... My first reaction was that you took them brought on by some scorn... At this point I do not trust anyone so what I'm going to say is straight to the point and may be considered offensive but under the circumstances it doesn't matter, if you are the one responsible I am willing to, not bring any charges against you... Hope it's not you, but if it is and you don't come clean then I have to do what I have to do."

Well, I was a little offended, but responded that it wasn't me and I hope he gets everything back. Except he sends me another email, paranoid about my proximity to him over that weekend and asking me questions. So I responded again and let it rip this time. He's an idiot.

Since then we've steered clear of each other, until my phone went missing in a club one Saturday night. The following morning I got a replacement, and that evening when I got to my destination early, I saw him leaning against a railing. I started walking in his direction. He seemed panicked and looked around, either for an escape route or to see if I was walking toward anyone else. Too late. I leaned at the opposite side of the railing, turned to him and said, "My cell phone was stolen last night. Did you take it?" Touché. I know he didn't take it, but the point is he's ridiculous.

Sometimes I wonder if he tries to make me jealous with the way he dances with other women, but I really don't care anymore. Last night I left the same time as a friend, and we ended up walking directly past Romeo. This time he looked at me. He probably thought my friend and I are "together," but that's not the case.

What's My Name?

So, a few weeks ago, I was feeling a bit bold and asked someone I'd had my eye on if he'd like to go out sometime. He took my phone number, and as I was leaving, kissed me on the cheek goodbye and said, "I'll call you."

Right away I felt in my stomach that he wouldn't. Damnit. Of course I didn't get his number because I didn't have my phone on me.

The following week I didn't go out because I was sick, and the week after that he wasn't there. Now fast forward to a couple nights ago...

I didn't really feel like going out, but I did. My back was killing me and I wasn't feeling the music. Then, as I was dancing with a friend, I saw Mr. M walk by and felt a huge smile appear on my face. A new song, a kiss on the cheek hello, and I was dancing with him.

Mr. M said he wanted to call, and started giving me excuses that I didn't need to hear. This time before I left, I got his number.... so, we'll see what happens. Hmm... he asked me what his name is. Since I had just entered his name into my phone, I showed him. I didn't forget! But again, he asked - he wanted me to say his name.

Kinky salsero.... is this some sort of fetish?

FAQ

You don't have a boyfriend?

No, I don't. But if I had a penny for every time I heard this, I'd have a million dollars!

This question wouldn't annoy me so much if it wasn't followed with, Why not? Just exactly, how, am I supposed to answer that? Smile and nod wouldn't be sufficient in this case, would it? I swear I have no one hidden, on the side, etc.

One guy I recently spoke with thought I was lying...

*rolling eyes*

Indian, The Conclusion

So, after a couple more chat attempts, the Indian wanted to know what he has to do to get to me.

Sounds like a desperate attempt to me! Have I mentioned that Indian guys are persistent?

With a little help and coaching from a male friend, I tell the Indian that I'd like to be friends, and he agrees.... "Friends first, then more?" PERSISTENT!!!

Friends now and friends later.