Sometimes guys just don't call. For one reason or another - maybe they have a girlfriend or maybe because they weren't that into you - they don't call. As I've said before, though, nothing lost nothing gained. I don't regret giving my number to The Bouncer a couple of weeks ago and I am certainly more than ready to move on.
So what did I do the first weekend I moved to Louisville? I went out and continued my bar-related streak by meeting a guy who is a part-owner of a small neighborhood pub. This time, I let the Bar Owner make the first move and get my number. And he did just that. We went out a few times - dinner for the first date, drinks for the second, lunch for the third. Last night he came up to where I live (he lives about 20 minutes away from my place) to meet up some of his friends downtown and to hang out with me, of course.
Unfortunately, yesterday was also the day where I was unsuccessfully trying to recover from a bad hangover - an aftermath of the night before when my friend from Cincinnati came to visit, and we both had one drink way too many. I am still trying to get used to the 4am closing time of the bars here, and I guess I didn't pace myself enough and got way too drunk way too fast Firday night.
I had to regretfully inform the Bar Owner that I simply couldn't make it out last night and he asked if he could still stay over if he was in no shape to drive. "Uh oh," I thought. I wonder if he was expecting anything out of me. I told him that, sure, he can sleep on my couch if he chooses to do so, but that he had to stop by my place prior to going to the bars and get my keys, as I wasn't about to stay up and wait for him.
Today he and I hung out for the most of the afternoon, watched a couple of movies on Showtime, had lunch, and he even helped me do some grocery shopping and carry my bags home. We finished up our day with a nice make out session and he finally left to go home for an Easter dinner with his dad.
As I was fixing up the couch, folding the blanket that he used to keep himself warm the night before, a little square piece of a silver-colored wrapper fell out of the folds of the fabric. I picked it up and sure enough, it was a condom. Lifestyle Ultra Lubricated, I read. Great.
I wonder if his intentions are entirely pure now. Sure, guys will always be guys and sex is always on their minds. There is nothing wrong with sex but I am bothered that he might have showed up at my place last night expecting to get some.
I really want to take things as slow as I am comfortable with taking them. Intimacy is something that I haven't experienced for some time now and every touch is a big step towards that path, for me. I don't know if I am overreacting in any way or I should consider growing a pair of eyes in the back of my head and really watch what this guy is up to and if his intentions are as good as they seemed to be in the beginning.
Oh and I kept the condom. It's stashed in my top drawer. Just in case. For the future.