Hi,I have met this guy... I really fancy him. He lives about 3 hours away from me... An hour after our first date he texted me this
"G..., made the train with plenty of time. Had a very enjoyable afternoon with my new French friend. Im sure I be will down in **** soon, if not your welcome to see what **** has to offer. Hope you got home safe. Speak soon x"
I replied to him and said at the end of message to text me once he made it home which he did!
Now, I know it's very early stage but I do not want to waste my time. I am 30 and he is 39... we both went through a lot. We spoke openly about previous relationship and where we stand now.
I just wonder now if there is a potential with him or maybe he likes me as friend only... I am very picky but I with him it was so natural and it was so refreshing...
Some advices would be gratefully appreciated
Thanks
Monday, March 11, 2013
Is there a potential or not?
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
A Potential Match
“Okay.”
I hadn’t even given James the hard sell, and he’d agreed to meet Ursula. I had prepared several arguments, and as it turned out, I didn’t need any of them. All I’d said was, “You need to start dating. Let me introduce you to my friend Ursula.”
“Should I text her and see if she wants to come meet us?” I asked.
“No, absolutely not. Too much pressure. Why don’t you give me her email address?”
“Wait, meeting up with her with me as a buffer is too much pressure, but randomly emailing a stranger to ask her out is not?”
“I’ll feel too self-conscious if you’re here.”
“You are such a weirdo.”
I texted Ursula to see if I could give James her email. She wrote back within seconds.
“Am I being courted? Does he know what I do for a living? Yes, give him my email.”
I showed James the text.
“What does she do for a living?” he asked, suddenly wary.
“She writes erotic fiction, mostly,” I explained. “But right now, she’s ghost writing an autobiography for a porn star.”
“Which one?” he asked. I gave him a look. “Don’t judge,” he continued. “I’ve been single for a long time.”
“I’m sworn to secrecy,” I said, pretending to zip my lips closed.
“That’s kind of intimidating,” he said.
“It’s not, really. She describes herself as a prude with a very active imagination.”
James relaxed, and I showed him Ursula’s Facebook photos on my phone.
“She’s cute,” he said. “But she looks tall. Is she tall?”
“She’s about your height,” I said.
“Does she wear heels?”
“Why is this an issue for you?”
“I don’t like to date girls that are taller than me.”
“Well, you don’t like to date girls at all, so maybe you can push yourself just a little further outside your comfort zone.”
James grumbled, but he let the height thing go. Truth be told, Ursula is a wee bit taller than James, but she doesn’t care, and he can just deal with it. I swear, if he goes out with her once and decides she’s too tall, I’ll kill him.
I guess he wrote her last night, because she just sent this text.
“James = very charming over email. Meeting for ice cream tomorrow night.”
Ice cream? Well played, James. Well played indeed.
Posted at 10:47 AM
Sunday, October 16, 2011
A Potential Match
“Okay.”
I hadn’t even given James the hard sell, and he’d agreed to meet Ursula. I had prepared several arguments, and as it turned out, I didn’t need any of them. All I’d said was, “You need to start dating. Let me introduce you to my friend Ursula.”
“Should I text her and see if she wants to come meet us?” I asked.
“No, absolutely not. Too much pressure. Why don’t you give me her email address?”
“Wait, meeting up with her with me as a buffer is too much pressure, but randomly emailing a stranger to ask her out is not?”
“I’ll feel too self-conscious if you’re here.”
“You are such a weirdo.”
I texted Ursula to see if I could give James her email. She wrote back within seconds.
“Am I being courted? Does he know what I do for a living? Yes, give him my email.”
I showed James the text.
“What does she do for a living?” he asked, suddenly wary.
“She writes erotic fiction, mostly,” I explained. “But right now, she’s ghost writing an autobiography for a porn star.”
“Which one?” he asked. I gave him a look. “Don’t judge,” he continued. “I’ve been single for a long time.”
“I’m sworn to secrecy,” I said, pretending to zip my lips closed.
“That’s kind of intimidating,” he said.
“It’s not, really. She describes herself as a prude with a very active imagination.”
James relaxed, and I showed him Ursula’s Facebook photos on my phone.
“She’s cute,” he said. “But she looks tall. Is she tall?”
“She’s about your height,” I said.
“Does she wear heels?”
“Why is this an issue for you?”
“I don’t like to date girls that are taller than me.”
“Well, you don’t like to date girls at all, so maybe you can push yourself just a little further outside your comfort zone.”
James grumbled, but he let the height thing go. Truth be told, Ursula is a wee bit taller than James, but she doesn’t care, and he can just deal with it. I swear, if he goes out with her once and decides she’s too tall, I’ll kill him.
I guess he wrote her last night, because she just sent this text.
“James = very charming over email. Meeting for ice cream tomorrow night.”
Ice cream? Well played, James. Well played indeed.
Posted at 10:47 AM