Well if I told you I've been out living an exciting life and I have a ridiculous amount of things to tell you about I'd be lying. Well half lying.
First off, there is a restaurant here in Calgary that is called Tubby Dog. I took Red there for a date. This restaurant specializes in hot dogs. Not just any kind of hot dogs, but amazing combinations.
|This is the Captain's dog.|
|She ordered the A-Bomb.|
The date itself was OK, there isn't a whole lot we have in common. She can't do shit because of her condition, (can't even hold chopsticks) so we end up having some long silences between us. I don't think this one is going to go anywhere. We just don't have enough in common and the fybromyalgia really cramps my style when it comes to things I like to do.
What is the protocol when it comes to ended things after 2 dates?
On to the part that everyone cares about.
My snowboarding trip.
|Oh look here is me. I've also decided I need a board with a wider stance.|
|Weird. Me again. I'm actually going really fast here but you can't tell.|
I'm kidding, as much fun as my day snowboarding was it wasn't as eventful as that evening was.
Things with the Russian have been going really well, or so I thought. Dun dun dunnnnn.
She came over and because it was a Sunday and I was also reasonably tired we decided that we were just going to have a nice relaxing evening in. She has never seen Breaking Bad. We had started watching it before, wednesday I think. Anyway, I start episode 2, it craps out about 25 minutes in.
I didn't plan it but that just meant we got to make out for a while. Things were working their way to where I wanted them to to be. Naked time was well on it's way.
However, you know that point when foreplay is supposed to be over and you move on to the final act. Well at this point she flips away from me, buries her head in the pillow for a minute, then rolls back over comes cuddles and then in another minute starts up with the foreplay almost from the beginning again.
Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
2 hours later, after what I consider to be a fantastic make out session with a little bit of naked fun, (and about 9 restarts) it is about 45 minutes till she has to go home. She turns to me and trust me on this, it's verbatim. She says "Why do women think so much..." I look at her funny, she continues with "I can't figure out why I don't want to sleep with you."
.... um... What....
Seriously, I don't get it? Isn't that one of those "yes" or "no" things.
It can't be a "No, but I don't know why."
What the Fuck did she expect me to say.... I have no clue to be honest.
I know what she got though, a blank stare because my higher thought functions were busy trying to relearn how to tie my shoes. It seemed more productive to them instead of deciphering what she was trying to say.
Then to confuse the fuck out of me she reaches up and brings me back down to her lips and we have another 45 minutes of what my mother would call heavy petting.
I think I technically got tagged out somewhere between third base and home plate.
I drove her home and got a passionate kiss upon exit. Now it's almost like that sentence never left her mouth. We've been texting back and forth and everything.
Now here is my theory, it took me 2 days to think of it so don't mock me. Women rely on feelings sometimes to help make decisions right? Well what if she wants to
Advice is appreciated.
PS. She also asked "What are you thinking?" a ridiculous amount of times. I got sick of telling her the banal thoughts going on in my head and told her to stop. It didn't work. I tried the whole make shit up theory, the compliment theory, the say nothing theory, all of them no matter what the fuck I said she'd ask it 10 minutes later. BAH!!!!