Michelle and I just had a long talk after work. We went out for drinks and I asked her how Valentine’s Day went. Here’s what she said:
“The guy was nice enough. Not that hot but he was funny. We had sex but I don’t think I’m going to see him again.”
I almost choked on my drink before she said, “Jesus, relax. I’m kidding.” It took me a minute to remember that I made that same exact joke awhile back.
Anyway, the guy is some sports agent and he sounds like a tool. She actually is going to see him again but she’s “taking it slow.”
I took the opportunity to lay things on the table.
“Look, Michelle, I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about you.”
She looked away and said, “Yeah.”
“I thought after you ended things with Adam you’d give me a chance.”
She got defensive. How she just couldn’t do that right now. It was all just too much to handle emotionally.
I said, “What are you afraid of?”
“What if it doesn’t work out? I can’t go through this again.”
“Well, what if it does work out? You don’t think it’s worth it to take that chance?”
She just kept saying, “I just can’t right now.”
She was getting upset, so I had to let up. I gave her an out. I said, “Okay, look. I get it. You’re not ready. The last thing I want to do is force you into something you’re not ready for. So how about this? Let’s just be friends for now. We date whoever we want. But when you’re ready, you promise you’ll let me know?”
She nodded yes and started to cry a little.
We had a few more drinks. I tried not to make fun of Sport Agent Dan, and then we took off.
But when I walked her back to her car she said, “Thank you.”
I said, “For what?”
She didn’t answer. She just kissed me. Then she left.
I got into my car and sat there for a while without turning on the ignition. What the fuck just happened?