I never thought I would have a H. Most of the time, my letters are always M. A. J. J. M. A. J.
Looks like only some names attract me!
Then someone on twitter talked about a H. I was like…wtf ? H. ? I checked my list (of course there isn’t any list, I think…maybe I should do one…anyway), no…no H. She just said a random letter. But what is funny, is that days later, I actually met a H. Yes, a H. Coincidence? Maybe…Destiny? I hope not.
So I met this guy online, kinda cute, interesting, we even did webcam convo. Kinda cool, funny. So I give it a shot. Why not ? Maybe H.’s are my true love. We set a date. A simple dinner. But, that guy was doing 2h of driving to see me, on a WEEK day. And like we planned it 2 days before. It was really sudden. Maybe TOO fast. He was the one driving so, why not? I said yes. I waited for him…I was stressed…wasn’t sure if I was reaaaaally interested.
20h. He was ringing at my door. I opened the door. And there he was : H.
But I had no butterflies, no desire to flirt. He was just not my type. And I knew it, from the very beginning. Too skinny for me. I mean, some guys are small but STILL they attract me. But him, no. We just didn’t fit you know. I was then really uncomfortable. What should I do? Well, at least, I tried to have fun. We went for dinner at the restaurant near my home. He’s like the shy guy, I should rename him. And it was kinda boring…I was the only one talking. And he kept smiling and listening. I tried to make him talk, it worked for 5 secs, then nothing. DAMN! It looked like houuuuurs. But we had a nice dinner anyways. Then I would have let him leave, but I couldn’t…He had done 2 hours of driving to see me. Geez. I brought him back home.
- Want something to drink ? A beer ?
- Water ?
- Something to eat ?
- Hum…wanna talk about something ?
- What do you wanna talk about ?
I didn’t even know what to say! It was ridiculous.
So we watched a movie, then he wouldn’t have to talk.
It was late…I couldn’t send him back home so late and he worked the day later.
So I told him to sleep at home. Which he did…
But NO, we didn’t. If you know what I mean.
I just couldn’t. It was like a friend. I couldn’t.
Some hours later, he went back home. I was relieved. We had a little chat later, and I kinda told him that I didn’t know if there was gonna be anything more between us. I thought it was clear.
What I didn’t know…is that he actually kinda REALLY liked me. Uh Hu.
4 days later. Back home from a trip to Montreal.
I arrived at my appartment. And there, I saw it.
6 roses. Beaaaaaauuuuuuuuutiful roses. (You can see them HERE
My first reaction was : OMFG MY ROOMMATE RECEIVED FLOWERS !!!!!!!! WOW!
Then, I read the note. And then, my reaction was: FUCK it’s for me !
And I started to laugh, a big laugh.
No indication of who was the sender. Then I thought…No. No fucking way. He didn’t. And yes, he did. H. sent me 6 beautiful amazing roses. Hoping I would be thinking of him.
I felt SO bad. I wasn’t thinking about him, at all. I didn’t even think it would be for me.
Poor guy. Of course, I thanked him. But right now, I’m trying to figure out how to tell him. That I’m just…not that into you.