So July 4th has in the past brought upon new beginnings.
And this year may be the same. I met a new guy. I’ll call him Mr. Rubble. Haha, that’s because he has super small feet and hands and he said it was like the Flintstones. So I started calling him Barney. He said that only I could call him that; which is kind of endearing.
So Mr. Rubble and I met on Thursday and I, as I’m wont to do, kidnapped him and took him to a local watering hole. He came over to my house and I made him sleep on the couch. He did take advantage at 6 a.m. and came and cuddled but didn’t try anything. Which impressed me.
So we made it to Victor in time for the parade and we were hanging out with a bunch of friends and I found that he was kind of flirting with this other girl that I know and love. So I got a little distant and had to leave anyway to go to Idaho Falls for the fireworks.
So this evening, I was at a restaurant having wine and dinner with my book and he called. Said if I’d like, to call him later and he would love to hang out.
So I did give him the benefit of the doubt and called him. So he came and continued to say that I am out of his league and that he was getting a little intimidated.
It made me feel weird and great at the same time. So we ended up going back to the same watering hole that I’d taken him to on Thursday night. And it was fun.
I pretty much know everybody at this place and he’s new to town and I was trying my best to introduce him to people but one thing that did impress me about him was that he didn’t seem one bit jealous or pissed off that I knew all the men in the bar, who are all my friends or family. I guess it was just nice for me to feel that he was not jealous or needed my attention all the time.
So he drove me back to my car afterwards and there was this song (a song by Hank Williams III) and I asked if he wanted to dance. So we danced in between our two cars right there on Main Street Driggs.
It was very romantic.
And I’m a bit twitterpated. But I’ve talked to him about being serially single and not moving too fast.
He didn’t even ask to come home with me. Which gave me even more respect for him.
He makes me laugh. And he’s been respective to me. Although I was worried that he was working both angles with me and a friend at one point yesterday, I was able to talk to him about that and he assured me that they were just friends and that he’s not interested in her, but wants to hang out with me as more than friends at some point.
But we shall see.
I have a feeling that I’ve somehow totally impressed him and he does indeed like me and wants to pursue something. And I’m not exactly what it was about me that impressed him so much. But I did something I guess and he’s into me. Now I’ve got to decide what I want to do.
I guess, once again, we shall see.
And then…….
I thought that I had a line on someone with whom I’ve had an extremely close connection with for a very long time. But he’s not called me back. I do love this man, as I do a very few of my past. But if he’s not going to make an effort??? I guess that may not ever happen. Of course we’ve ‘tried’ forever. Why was I thinking it was going to be different this time?
Mr. Rubble is infatuated with me. Am I infatuated back? He’s funny and cute and very nice (he opened his truck door for me all night that I was with him). Guess I’ll just have to see what happens and how our relationship develops. But I’m super glad that I haven’t slept with him. And I told him that will take some time. Perhaps that’s one reason why he still is interested…….
And for the record, the last potential? Well, we both kind of pissed that away by being dumb. I won’t blame it on him solely because I fucked up too. But on Friday I did talk to him and we both apologized to each other. He said not to be a stranger and I texted him today….with no response….so WTF????
Whatever. It’s in his court now.
And the new guy doesn’t talk about he and his band all the time. But doesn’t talk about a lot…..which could be worse???? I don’t know.
