Harry Potter Boy: The Thrilling (and Surprisingly Long) Conclusion

Last we saw our heroine, TC, she had just finished a decent first date with HP boy and the entire Boston Red Sox team. There was definitely chemistry, but it was still a work night, so they were about to bid adieu. Now back to the regularly scheduled program...

Since I lived nearby, I was going to stumble walk home. As we stood outside trying to catch HP boy a cab, we found ourselves in the dreaded moment of any good first date - the "Will He, Won't He Kiss Me" moment.  Good thing this didn't last very long because before I knew it, HP boy gave me a rushed hug (I could have sworn he patted me on the back) while mumbling, "Sorry, I have a rule about not kissing on the first date" before jumping into a cab and leaving me bewildered on the street corner. Um...strike one?

(At this point, I should probably back up and say that my newness to online dating has led me to gloss over key parts of guys' online profiles.  Like the time I forgot to look at the guy's height until right before meeting him and the entire time I literally felt like THE HULK next to him.  With HP boy, I didn't realize until afterwards that there was a two year age difference and I was the puma.  Didn't seem important at the time, but in hindsight, it explains quite a bit)

Anyway, after the hella awkward goodbye, I walked home wondering if I had misread him.  Not that I was expecting a slow-mo make-out like in the movies, but was a kiss on the cheek and an actual hug too much to ask?  HP boy must have also sensed the awkwardness because he texted me that night to make sure I made it home alright and to apologize again for the weirdness when we said goodbye. He also reiterated that he had a great time and wanted to hang out again.  Alright, fine - we'll take that strike back.

We were both free for brunch the next Sunday, so I recommended a great little place with bottomless mimosas. As I was about to leave my apartment, I got a text from him that he had overslept and needed to get in a 14 mile run for his marathon training - could we possibly do dinner? Since I was already dressed and ready to eat (love me some brunch), I was a bit miffed and didn't get back to him until later that afternoon.  He suggested sushi for dinner, so I reluctantly agreed (love me some sushi)...right as he texted me that he was sick from his run and had to bail again. I mean, you've got to be kidding me!!  Strike one...BACK. ON.

At this point, I was mentally writing this guy off, but he kept texting that week to try and make it up to me. I was coming up on my birthday weekend with friends visiting from NYC, so I texted him on Friday to see if he could squeeze in happy hour before I went off the grid and he agreed.  The chemistry was as good as I remembered (it probably doesn't hurt that I drank an entire bottle of wine by myself), we chatted right through dinner...and I finally got that kiss (it was nice).  He wanted to meet up again that weekend, but I didn't think we were birthday-ready, so he invited me over to his place on Sunday for some HBO (True Blood for me, Entourage for him).  

Now we've all been around the block enough to know what that means, right?  Cuddle time and more kissing...yes please! So I went over in a strategically cute, yet casual outfit (my lucky green shorts and an off the shoulder tee) and brought a 6-pack of Bell's Oberon, since I knew he liked craft beers.  Things started off slow......and then went slower. While he initiated cuddling, he barely had his arm around me and couldn't have been more focused on what was on TV (I mean, at one point we were watching Jersey Shore...you don't really need to concentrate so much).  I tried to be flirty, looking up at him all cute and kiss-able, but no dice.  I thought he must just be tired or not really into me, so we continued to sit like this awkwardly until it got pretty late.  He turned off the TV and announced, "Bedtime", which I took as my cue to leave.  I get up and thank him for having me over and he expresses shock that I'm not staying over.  He was legitimately. shocked. I mean, BEDTIME? This is the big move??  No warming me up on the couch - we're just going to go straight to the bedroom???  Yeah...that's not going to work for me.  He still looked crushed, but I was confused and just not feeling it anymore, so I kissed him goodnight and headed home thinking...strike two.

I decided to give him another shot and after our next date, I end up staying over for real (no bedtime line this time, thank the lord).  Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to do since we'd only gone out a few times, but it felt right at the time and he was a good big spoon :) I left in the morning, thinking things were fine.  We texted a few times that weekend, trying to make dinner plans...and then I never hear from him again.  Yup, radio silence.  Strike three.  Game over. 

Obviously it wasn't meant to be, but what do you think went down?  Did I read it all wrong - was he just new to Chicago and looking to play the field - or was I just too much (older) woman for him? Haha whatevs, I can't think about that now...it's bedtime ;)    

~T

Haha, get it?  Harry Potter...It All Ends?  It's funny cuz it's true. 

Comments

[Jessica]

What a douche. If I see him (and you point him out) I'll beat him with my umbrella. It will hurt. BEDTIME? WTF? If a guy used that line on me, I would definitely bail. I'm not a puppy, you don't summon me to bed. Clearly, this guy wasn't ready to be with someone as awesome as you, which is his loss. He will also get herpes in the future from someone and hopefully, you will see him refill his Valtrex or whatever he needs at CVS. AND LAUGH. xoxoxo

[Emily]

I second the douche comment. He blew you off way too much, and that bedtime comment is awkward/creepy... "Aw c'mon Dad, just one more half hour of TV?" Plus I can't get over the fact that he's shorter than you. That's a deal breaker in my book!

[Teresa]

Yay - my first legit commenters...thanks guys!! This is why I usually date older boys - they've got moves :)

Jess - I trust in your umbrella skills, so I WILL point him out to you if I ever see him on the street ;)

Emily - that's usually a deal breaker for me too, but every guy I'm coming across now is either my height or a touch shorter than me :( Think I'm just going to have to let this one slide if I find the right guy...just as long as it's not a huge size difference. I mean, if I'm describing him as petite or slender, that may be where I draw the line ;)