Needless to say, when he spotted me walking down the street last weekend, he left a message on my facebook about thinking it was me, but he wasn't sure. Like some desperate idiot, I immediately answered back that it was and did everything but drool in this message about how we should hang out sometime and left him my number.
I waited a couple days...I waited a couple more days...I waited a week and still no call, no text, not even another facebook message. I've never felt so desperate in my life, running frantically to find the phone everytime it beeped or rang.
I've never had this before. I'm always the one to get pursued (usually by a crazy): I've never done the pursuing myself. And was I actually getting rejected on my first try? Why did he find it important enough to make a comment of facebook if he really has no interest whatsoever in me at all? Am I overthinking it?
Anyway, these were some of the questions that were rolling through my head as I went through my first round of getting totally blown off.
Day before last, I reached a point of desperation: I actually found an excuse to call my crazy stalker from the last entry just to hear the strained tones of someone who liked me trying to keep their enthusiasm under wraps. Being back at directing ward choir and most of our males being gone, I called to ask if he was still going to sing with us or not. Get this:
Him: "Hello?"
Me: "Hey, how are you?"
Him: "Who is this?"
Me: "Really? Are we going to play that game?"
Him: "Seriously, who is this?"
He tries to play the "I-deleted-your-number-don't-know-who-you-are-because-I-so-totally-don't-care-that-you-rejected-me" thing, and I wasn't buying it. His hello was way to excited to be for some stranger. Finally, I get him to "realize" who it is and ask about my church business.
Last night, I get a text message from him supposedly addressed to someone named "Ryan" asking about when they were going to go rock-climbing. I'm pretty sure it was another ploy to try to see if I'm interested enough to answer. I didn't, but I was secretly satisfied that my charms still worked on someone at least.
Was I wrong to make the first move with the hot guy? Where did I go wrong? How forward is too forward when it's the lady who's making the moves? Help!
