Flirtationships

5/30/2013 The Romantic 6 Comments

Flirtationship: noun 1. not quite a relationship but more than just a friendship

Before you go on about how terribly clever I am, I did not make the word flirtationship up. I read it on the internet somewhere. But that's neither here nor there.

What is here and there is the flirtationships I seem to be in these days. Completely undefined and filled with all sorts of mixed signs (admittedly, on both sides), the non-relationships I'm in fill me both with glee and dread.

Let's begin with The Argentine:
The end of our last date found us on Center Street on a cold night a couple weeks ago. We walked along in the light rain, spooning at our shakes from dinner. Eventually we sat down on a bench. The day had been warm, so understandably, I didn't plan for cold weather. I sat there eating my shake, shivering in my long sleeve t-shirt and scarf. The Argentine finally turned to me and said, "Are you cold?"

This was it. This was the moment I'd been hoping for when we'd finally break the physical contact barrier. I nodded my head and answered with a, "Yeah, I'm super cold."

"Oh, well you can just huddle against this side of my body for warmth if you want."

(Insert face palm here)

You'd think after four dates and seeing each other at work EVERY DAY since October, we'd have broken the physical contact barrier by now. But no. What kind of Latin man is he anyway?!

I came home absolutely confused and a little ticked. There were so many other courses to take besides the, "Huddle against my body for warmth" course. Like maybe put your arm around me like a normal guy?! I had set that up so perfectly.* He told me he liked me about a month ago (that story is a whole other can of worms). I'm still debating about whether or not that "I like you" was meant in a romantic way, or just in a "I like you as a human being" type of way.

He did call me the next day, just to "check up"(his words) and see how I was doing. Which did make me really happy.

But then nothing. And it's been two weeks. We see each other at work. Flirt, but only sometimes. And that's it.

Enough with my "here" flirtationship, now it's time for my "there" flirtationship.

Please enter Mr. Lee (a.k.a. my Korean sugar daddy). Mr. Lee is an unmarried member from one of my wards in Korea. He is pretty funny. And he graduated from BYU-H, so his English is practically perfect. But here's the catch: HE WAS BORN THE SAME YEAR MY FATHER GRADUATED FROM HIGHSCHOOL. That would be 1976 folks. And just to re-cap, I was born in 1989. So that's quite an age difference. I could tell he was starting to like me last fall, but I've been ignoring it for months now. Even so, he's still one of my favorite people from Korea. So I can't help but be my friendly self whenever we talk on skype. Don't worry, he's knows I'm dating people. I'm not leading him on. We're just in a flirtationship I guess...

Dating is so complicated....

Stay tuned for the next exciting adventure(or horror story) in the Romantic's dating life: The Return of the Creepy Hometeacher

xoxo
-the Romantic

*If a girl shivers and tells you how cold she is, IT MEANS SHE WANTS YOU TO PUT HER ARM AROUND YOU. DO I HAVE TO SPELL THINGS OUT ANYMORE OBVIOUSLY THAN THAT?!?

The Love Story that Wasn't

5/18/2013 The Romantic 1 Comments

Several weeks ago, an Elder from my mission returned home. We had been friends on the mission, but not close by any means. Several chats on facebook were followed by a long Skype session. And that's when the texting began. Along with the texting came the invitation to come visit him several states away, with an airplane ticket paid for by him.

It was all very sudden and a little alarming. Much discussion among myself and my roommates yielded the conclusion that he was probably more interested in the idea of me rather than me. Even so, I was contemplating going to see him. I had made it clear that we still didn't know each other and I was interested in just being friends for now.

And so I was faced with this awful moral dilemma. If I went to visit him, using a plane ticket he had bought me, would that mean I had to date him? According to one of my guy friends, it would be ok to go visit him without the expectation of dating because I was operating under terms of "equal information." (He's an econ major) While the subject of me coming to visit didn't come up again, the texting continued.

And continued.

And continued.

It all felt a little high school to me.  So I told him he should call me sometime instead of just texting.

And suddenly just like that, the texting stopped. But there were no calls to compensate for the lack of any sort of communication at all.

I won't bore you with the lame excuses that he offered when I finally asked him what was up. Suffice it to say, that love story ended before it even started.

But there is hope readers, I think the Argentine and I are "dating." Not exclusively or anything. We haven't held hands, or cuddled or anything like that. He just keeps asking me out, so I keep saying yes. It's no pressure. And it's moving slowly. Both factors I really appreciate.

Maybe I will have a summer romance yet.

xoxo
-the Romantic

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