A Story. In Parts (VI) in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

(Part 6 in a continuing [maybe not] series)

Yeah, well. We are almost caught up to the present. In fact, I think I’ll speed through some stuff so I can simply catch up with my LIFE here.

Yes, I thought it was all cool too. Makes for a great story, doesn’t it? The serendipitous meeting, the fun nights out, the cute text messages, hanging out at his place, the hilarious naked scene, the tearful and heartfelt apology, the painting, the kiss on the cheek, etc. etc. All so fine, funny, and good, right?

But here’s the deal. He’s elusive. He runs hot and cold. One minute, handsome and debonair, next […BOOM…] naked and bizarre. One minute seemingly in love with me, next […POOF…] disappears.

Cut to Sunday night. This past Sunday night. I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks. In fact, I kinda thought that maybe he was over it all. I thought that maybe he just wasn’t that into me after all because I rarely hear from him, and when I do it’s to make and execute fairly last-minute plans. It seems to be all on his terms. And I no likey.

Yet I likey him. So what’s a girl to do? Read on.

OK. So Sunday he called. I’d been stressing alllllll weekend about something that happened at work that I was trying to fix over the weekend and could have worked on all evening/night. But it was Anthonyyyyy calling, so what could I do? I really wanted to see him. And he reaaaalllly wanted to take me to this super-fine sushi place for dinner.

I went. He was looked unbelievably spectacular and was ultra charming. He was touchy-feely and adorable. We sat in a romantic banquette. He ordered a bottle of PINK CHAMPAGNE! He commented on the way I slowly flipped my hair and how much it made him want to nuzzle my neck. He said and did EVERYTHING oh so right, and mmmmmm, and oh yeaaaaaahhhhh.

AND he asked me if I wanted to go with him to an amazing event this week. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: an old colleague/friend of his is getting married this weekend. Now, this is no ordinary wedding. The guy is marrying into British royalty. I’m not even kidding. So the events leading up to the wedding (which is on Saturday) would be nothing short of stellar. It would require me to take ½ day off work. I told him I’d LOVE to go, but I’d have to see if I could take a vacation day (what with things being so shaky right now on the job front—another story)…anyway.

And then after dinner, back to his place. He was warm and welcoming. We watched the coolest old video with David Bowie and then a movie and it was snuggly goodness, but not really kissy face or anything like that—a little weird. And then it was time for me to go.

And we did our routine: he walked me to the elevator and an awkward goodbye. No kiss. No nothing.

Confusing!

So when I got into bed, he called. And asked me what I want. And I said that I simply want more. I don’t understand his confusing ways. I am unsure. We left it at….well, I don’t know what.

Frustrating!

Cut to yesterday. I was able to take the time off work to attend this event (I’ll have to tell you about it in another entry because, seriously, this thing was INSANE!!). Again, Anthony was in great spirits, looked amazing, was absolutely gracious and wonderful. He introduced me to a bunch of people and told me that he admired me for coming to an event with him where I didn’t know anyone (truth be told, I was thrilled to be there—especially with him!).

The day was amazing, the evening even more so.

Cut to last night. We got back to the hotel where the wedding party is staying. Anthony had a room there too. We went up to his room to drink some wine. I guess I was expecting some nuzzly kissy face. Or at least a HUG. But what I got was a stone wall. It was weird. I mean, he knows where I stand. He’d made allusions and suggestions throughout the day that made me think that there might be a bit of romance. I mean, maybe just a little? A tiny bit? A scrap?

I obviously have no clue where he stands…except for a few major things: he’s getting divorced, he’s in limbo, he’s unsure and incapable of….whatever. Being with me? Being a tiny bit normal?

And I get that, I do. But I wish he wouldn’t do and say and be one kind of person one time and then be a completely different person the next.

So I’m going to end this story series right here and now.

And I’m going to move on with my life. Again.

What? Not how you wanted it to end? Me neither.