See Could it Be?, It's Not Him, It's Me, The Recovery, We're Just Not That Into Each Other, The Continuation, The Curse is Broken, Unfortunately, The Make-Up Date, The Phone Call, The Negotiation, Dates 9 Through 12, Dates 13 Through 15, The Public Sex Talk, Bridging the Chasm, The Shut Down, All Kinds of Good, Meeting the Friends, Part 2, Hamptons Getaway, Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4 and Happy Birthday to Me for the background on this one.
The Unplanned Date: #111 texted me at around 10 on the Thursday night after his return from Seattle. "I am very drukk," it said. I thought it was sweet that I was getting a drunken text. It turned out he was in the neighborhood. He asked if I would save him, so I went to Holiday Lounge to retrieve him. When I walked in, he was lying in a booth across from two people I'd never met before. "Oh, so this is the girlfriend," they said. I have to admit, I wasn't feeling very confident about the relationship, so I was wondering what he'd told them. I slowly gathered that they were pretty plastered, too.
They'd been at a meeting for the literary journal that was a few blocks from my apartment. He'd told me about the meeting but never mentioned it was downtown. Again, even though we hadn't seen each other in over a week and even though he was going to be downtown, he'd made no effort to see me--until the drunken text, that is. He was a very grabby drunk, which was alternately annoying and flattering. I fed him pizza and brought him home and he said, over and over again, "You're so good to me. Thank you for taking care of me." In bed, he didn't even touch me. I even sneaked a hand toward him and he moved away from it.
Coincidentally, I had emailed in a sick day that night--before I got his drunken text--so when we woke up the next morning, he wondered why I wasn't getting ready. "I coincidentally took a sick day," I said. "Haven't you been taking a lot of days off," he snapped, referring to the two I'd taken over a week and a half before." Clearly, he wasn't happy that I was free for the day. I began to defend myself, saying it was slow at the moment. He took a shower and when he came out said, "I think it's great you're taking a sick day. You could use the break." Again, Jeckyl and Hyde. I suggested we go for breakfast and we went to Remedy. Once we got there and sat down, all my worry melted away because as we talked, I remembered why I liked him in the first place. I really just like talking to him. I like everything about him, really, and I really felt it when we talked.
I dropped him off at the subway and he said, "So what's the plan for the weekend?" I told him I had a list of stuff, so he said I should send it to him.
Signs of Hope: Breakfast. Making plans for the weekend.
Red Flags: Everything up until breakfast.
Diagnosis: I don't know what went down in Seattle, what kinds of things he was telling himself, but something is up.
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