After our second date he sent me pictures of his family around the dinner table, a selfie with his sister, and another with one of his brothers. While I did think it was sweet and very personal that he wanted to share those people with me, I didn't feel the need to do the same. My response was sending him a picture of a giant plate of cookies at our holiday gathering and another of the dog I was walking.
Date three consisted of us meeting for tacos one night after he got off work and before I had to go walk a dog. I was determined to talk and find out more about him, and what I discovered was that while we have physical attraction in common, we don't have a lot to talk about. He is amazed by how busy I keep myself when I'm not at work, and I'm astounded by how much he stays at home watching sports. The fourth time I saw him was at his place again because he wanted to stay in and watch the game. I met his other roommates while I was there, and after they eventually disappeared when the game ended Sixty-four and I chatted a little and kissed a lot. This is the part in the story that I want to make clear: we were on his couch in his living room where roommates could walk in (and had) at any given time. At no point did Sixty-four ask me to go to his room (whether or not I would have, I don't know), but I definitely wasn't going to be doing anything more in the public area of the apartment than what was already happening. So when he suddenly jumped up and said, "You have to go." I was caught off guard. I thought, "Wow, he is pissed" but said, "Yeah, okay." He walked me to the door, gave me a quick kiss, and told me to let him know when I was home. I sent him a message when I got home and felt the need to apologize even though I hadn't done anything wrong, "Hey, I'm sorry about tonight, I didn't intend to be a tease." For the record, I don't think I was being a tease. He responded, "Don't worry, I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself. We're both adults, don't trip."
The next day was New Year's, and we texted what felt like an obligatory Happy New Year's to each other. I should have let it fizzle there, but against my better judgment a couple of days later (and because I was bored at the doghouse and because I'm a jerk) I started a casual text conversation with him that ended with us making plans to grab dinner a couple days later. We had no communication over those next two days and the day we were supposed to meet Sixty-four texted me, "I'm going to have to cancel our plans for tonight." Relief. Good for him. We both had apparently come to terms that this was going nowhere. I replied, "No problem. Have a great day." The end. I'm sure I'll run into him since he works in my neighborhood, but I'm not worried about it. There was no dramatic blowup, just two people realizing that we didn't need to date, but that we sure had fun flirting and kissing during those two weeks.
