He's kind of great. He did the dishes after dinner, he brought wine (as promised) and dessert (as a surprise, from his "favourite Italian place"). He was polite and courteous and sweet.
I saw him again today. He picked me up and brought me to his place, where we played a board game with his roommate (Lord of the Rings Risk -- totally lame, but sort of fun; and I won, which made it a whole lot better). He made me dinner. He said I smelled nice and he kept finding excuses to touch me. He was so attentive, and he looked at me in a way that made me feel special.
And... yeah, you guessed it... I'm just not that into him.
Like I said, he's great, but it's just not there. I don't feel like we have anything to talk about. I feel like we're just not really connecting. I enjoy his company, and I could easily go on a fifth date with him and probably even a sixth, but I'm starting to feel like there's no point. This isn't it. This isn't Him.
I wonder if He even exists...
I saw a 30 Rock episode recently in which Liz Lemon, frustrated by yet another failed relationship, gives up. She dons a fanny pack and buys a cat named Emily Dickinson and ties her hair up with a chip clip. She resigns herself to the life of an old maid. I'm not there yet, but the whole premise certainly did resonate with me. I'm not getting any younger.
That being said, I haven't lost hope. There are still many men out there. There are three, in fact, that I've recently met who could easily be potential Hims. Only time will tell. And as much as I often think otherwise, I really do have lots of time...
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