I’d told Mr. Midwest that I wanted to have a low-key night on Friday. I specifically said, “isn’t there a game on we can watch” in the hopes that he’d invite me over to his place for some take-out and mindless tv (I thought I’d kill 2 birds with one stone as I wanted a low-key night AND I still haven’t seen his apartment).
Instead, I got a call from Mr. Midwest on Friday afternoon with a list of restaurants that he thought I might like. They were all near my apartment, so in his mind it was a low-key night. But the list included most of the fancy places in my ‘hood. No pubs or diners. All places with extensive wine lists. So we ended up at one of my favorite restaurants and he ordered a very nice bottle of wine over which we had a very lengthy and detailed conversation about the Goldman indictment.
It was all nice. Urbane and civilized. But all I wanted to do that night was curl up on the sofa and hang out.
And yeah, I’m kinda a bitch to complain.
So here’s the deal, there is a part of me that feels like I should keep seeing him. It’s been years since any man has been this kind to me. And by ‘kind’ I don’t mean take me out to nice places, that’s no biggie. I mean courteous and sweet. Mr. Midwest tries hard to be thoughtful. On Friday, I’m sure he thought he was being thoughtful. It’s just that he didn’t understand what I meant. Maybe he’s not used to women who sometimes just want to eat chinese food out of the take-out containers. And maybe that’s not something he’s ever interested in doing? Maybe his not understanding was more about his desire to go out for a nice meal? Who knows?
The flip side to this is that maybe I should just stop seeing him. That’s what some (though not all) of my friends think. If a guy can’t understand what I mean when I say, “low-key night” then what hope is there? And maybe the reason he didn’t invite me over is that he’s hiding something (it’s still early, way too early to make that assumption)?
All I know for sure is that if there is a next date for us, it won’t pass without my bringing some of this up. Because really, why am I writing about this stuff when I should be talking to him about it. If he copes well with the conversation, then I’ll know that he might be a keeper. If not…
Tags: apartment, wine