The Week After

The good-bye at my car didn’t feel like a "final" good-bye, just a regular one. 

Last week:

We texted a bit back and forth the night we got back, just easy simple stuff.  The next day I texted him early evening to see if he wanted to talk before I had to go to this dinner thing, he said he was home so I called.  We basically talked about this coffee maker he was looking to buy and the dessert I was making.  He e-mailed late Tuesday evening asking how my dinner thing was the night before, but my cold, which I thought was getting over, started getting worse so was asleep early and missed it.  I responded the next morning and we emailed some during the day.  Apparently he got into a minor car accident the day before so I was asking about it and getting very short replies back.  I was supposed to have dinner with some girls I work with Thursday, but due to Cinco de Mayo most had plans so  I canceled the dinner.  I sent him an email telling him my Thursday plans had fallen through and wanted to know if he wanted to have a margarita with me the next night to celebrate Cinco.  (this was mid afternoon)  By evening my cold was really starting to take a hold of me again, so I was again in bed super early. 

These are the emails that followed:

(I woke up around 9:45 (p.m.) and saw that he had responded…

Him:  I’ll pass. Don’t like the idea of of going out because your first choice fell through.

(I noticed that he had responded about 20 minutes earlier so I tried calling.  This is stupid.  Things are getting strained and confusing.  Why he would be offended by my request is beyond me.)

Me:  That’s a strange response.

(The next morning)

Him:  Hey, sorry for being snappy. Look at what you sent me though… It’s not very nice.

Me:  I thought you knew I had my monthly dinner club with the girls.  Because of Cinco de Mayo a lot of them already had plans.  I was pretty happy my girls dinner fell through, thinking that maybe you and I could get together…but I guess not.  I don’t think what I sent you was bad, it’s what happened.  You weren’t a second choice, you should know that. 

Him:  I do not have plans. We can eat somewhere around here if you you like. Don’t think I’ll be drinking… Also spent decent bit last weekend so I’m trying to take it easy.  (this was mid-morning)

So basically, if I go to his place (we are about 30 minutes apart) he would meet me, but if I wanted him to come this way then it’s a no. At this point I’m half way between I’m over this shit and we should at least meet up one more time to see what’s going on.  Unfortunately, my cold had a better idea for me and I barely made it through Thursday.  I couldn’t leave work and I knew I had to work the next day. 

Me:  (sent early afternoon)  Sorry I haven’t gotten back to you…I think I’m getting worse….I feel like I’m walking through the day in a fog.  I’m going to go to the dr. after school.  I really want to go out tonight, but I think I would be terrible company.  I know it was my idea so I feel bad, I actually felt pretty decent last night but I slept terribly and woke up feeling worse.  I should go home, but unfortunately that’s not an option.  🙁  I will be leaving as soon as I can after the kids go home.  And I can’t even call in sick tomorrow since we have a field trip. 

I left as early as I could went to the doctor and got some antibiotics.  He and I were texting when I was at the doctor’s office when he said that I should just go home and get some rest, we could meet up another time.  I thought I had already canceled the evening, but didn’t want to make a big deal of it so I told him that was a good idea.  I went home and went to bed.  

He must have sent me an email later that night asking if I was okay but I didn’t get it until the morning.  We emailed just a few times that morning. 

After work I was feeling much better so I texted him telling him that I owed him for such a great weekend (a bit tongue in cheek, but it still had a lot of fun elements to it) and asked if he wanted to get some sushi and watch a movie on Saturday.  He told me he already had plans and that he thought I was sick.  I told him I was feeling better.  He said he was glad I was feeling better and that he was headed to the arena football game.  (so he will tell me his Friday plans, but not his Saturday plans…interesting)  Later Friday night, after 11, he texted asking how my day went, we texted a bit and at some point I replied to something he said with "I like it."  He then proceeded to ask…"what else do you like."  Now, I don’t know about you, but in my experience this means you want the other person to be flirty.  Well, after what had been going on  I had no desire to be flirty with him.  I asked what he meant and for him to give me an example, to which he sent back the original thing I said I liked (which was a sliver lining).  I said "easy…fun…calm, all at the same time."  Nothing…finally I said "is that not the response you were looking for" and he replied "I was looking for your response."  Ok, so this is getting weird.  I don’t really know what’s going on…eventually (after I had already turned out my lights) he said he was going to sleep and good night.  

The next morning (yesterday) I texted him asking him if he had wanted me to be flirty last night.  He acted confused and asked why would I ask that.  Is he playing dumb here, or do you really think he didn’t mean it that way?  So confused.  I explained what MOST people think when that question is asked.  He says "my bad."  I told him no big deal, I was just curious.  I also asked him if he knew that the Zac Brown Band played last night and he said "yes, tonight also."  He and I had talked about going, but it hadn’t been brought up for a while.  I ended up getting stuck in the concert traffic not even realizing this was the weekend they were playing.  He was going to go with a couple of his friends so I said "Ah…your "plans" for tonight?"  Yes, yes I know, a bit…cagey.  No response.  Again…cagey-ness…I say "whatever…you don’t have to tell me."  His response "No, I’m not going to the concert, thanks for giving me permission not to tell you though."  I know, I deserved that.  

Our last communication thus far:

Me:  This is getting super strained…think we should talk about it at some point?

Him:  Agreed