He and I are meeting up tonight as mentioned earlier. Just a wine thing at a wee bar. Except he jumped the gun yesterday and asked if I wanted to go see Gangster Squad on Sunday night.
My girly Ria said that the flick was awesome, so I thought why not? It might be a nice way to ease the pressure. (You know, since movie's don't require much talking.)
...Well wasn't that the most awkward thing ever!
When we were making our way through the maze of a line to the kiosk, The Mexican said he will grab the tickets and I can grab the popcorn. In the past, I would have obliged. However, he fucked up and he's trying to court me properly now. So he can fucking spring for the popcorn if he wants it. I had brought my Twizzlers anyway, so I didn't want anything else. He seemed surprised by my popcorn protest, though he didn't complain since I was open to share the Strawberry candy.
Then we sat. The small talk was painful for me. For some reason, he felt compelled to communicate more often during the movie. And he kept looking at me while I watched. It was weird. It felt like he was searching for acknowledgement. I smiled and blushed at all the right moments. What more does he want?
I think he's more used to chicks throwing themselves at him and chasing him. He tries too hard to pump himself up. All I see is a guy desperate for attention. He's so self involved, he doesn't realize he isn't courting me as he should.
A couple days ago he started to text me provocative pictures with little winky faces. And when I don't respond right away he asks if I received the pictures. If I like them or not and why I don't send any. All I ask is why he sends them.
His response? "So you know what you're missing.'
Ugh.
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