I had an odd day today.
A guy asked me out this afternoon. He is someone who did a service call at my job today, and we were chit-chatting. He told me I have pretty eyes, then asked me if I had plans for Valentine's Day (nope), so then he said, "I'll take you out!" I thought he was cute and my body was responding positively to the flirting, so I said, "Okay." We exchanged cell #'s.
Then he tells me he's not sure he can do it this Sunday and it will depend on something he has to go out of state for on Saturday. So I said, "So, you're asking me out for Sunday but you're not really asking me out because you don't know if you can?" Ugh. So I said that if it can't happen this Sunday, it can be another. I don't give a fuck about Valentine's Day in the first place. So, it all ended on a cheerful note when he left and, for the rest of the day, I was a tiny bit giddy about getting asked out.
Then he texted me tonight and asked me what I was up to. I told him I was making myself dinner (a rare occurrence - I usually order in or go out to eat). He then texted "Nobody at home cooked?" I'm like, what? I told him when we were at my job that I'm divorced. Who the hell would be at home? So, I was wondering if he has kids or lives with his parents. He's probably in his 30s, and he's Hispanic, so maybe he's very attached to certain cultural traditions. I just thought that was a strange question. I answered, "I live alone like most grown-ups I know, LOL." So, he replies, "Maybe we can make dinner together someday."
Whoa, buddy, slow your roll.
I was about to text back something like, "I think you're getting ahead of yourself" and was trying to think of a joke about how seldom it is that I cook, when he sent another text... asking me to send him a picture of myself.
I wrote back, "Um, why?" I mean, it was just a few hours ago when we met. Why would I send a pic when we're going to have a date, presumably, in a couple of days? He answered, "Just to refresh my memory. We can trade if you like, but you can pass, no biggie." Oh gee whiz, thank you for giving me permission to say no. At that point, I am wondering what kind of pic he would've sent, but didn't really want to know. I said I'd rather not and told him, "I only just met you, so let's just see how things go the next time we meet, ok?" And then we said our goodnights and... he called me sweetie.
Now I'm feeling stupid for saying okay to going out. I think I should probably try to get out of this. He is a hottie but it's looking like we're on very different pages here. I suspect he's not well-versed in dating, at least not the way I date. Oy veh.
On another note, my promotion was made official today, so I'm really happy about that! My boss took me out to breakfast and we talked about it, strategies for some issues I'll have to handle, my responsibilities, and so on. I feel trusted and acknowledged. When my boss is in a good mood, it's really great.