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So I actually hung out with Mike! Shocking, I know, right?! We hung out Wednesday of this week (I’m writing this on Friday). He texted me Tuesday night, and asked what I was doing the next day around 6:00. He said he had a pass for a movie, and wanted to know if I wanted to go with him. Of course I said sure, and we planned on meeting at the theater at 6:00. Dude, I was nervous as ********. When I woke up on Wednesday, my stomach was in complete knots. I thought I might throw up. Not only was I nervous about hanging out with him, but I was nervous he would stand me up, since he doesn’t have the most reliable track record, or since he’s kind of mysterious, he would murder me. I know the murdering part sounds stupid, but you just never know with people. Anyways, I get ready, leave, and am almost to the theater when he calls me and says he has a flat tire. My heart sank because I was sure he was setting up to ditch me. I asked what I thought he was getting at, whether he wanted to call it off or not. He said that he still wanted to go, and that he had a friend helping him come to change it, but he didn’t know if he’d make it there by 7:00 (when the movie started). I just said ok, and that I’d wait to hear from him. Maybe 10 minutes later, when I was sitting in the theater parking lot, he texted and said he had an extra pass, so his friend and her boyfriend were just going to take him to the theater. I though “Oh great. Now I have to hang with his friends. I’m not already nervous enough, but now I’ll have his friends scrutinizing me. Or maybe they’re all coming to murder me.” I was about ready to start crying, thinking this was such a mistake to come. He did end up coming, so we met in the lobby. To sum it up, it was really awkward. We met up, went to the movie room, sat down, and only exchanged a few words. I know from texting him, that he’s a man of few words, but was that normal for him? Did he feel awkward, or was he comfortable with the silence? We saw Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, and it turned out that is was a pretty awesome movie, so that’s good at least. After the movie, we sat in the lobby for a few minutes, waiting on his friends. Once again, few words were exchanged. The arm he has tattoos on was facing me, and the one on his biceps was half covered up by his shirt sleeve, so I asked him what it was. He told me it was Jimmy Hendrix eating a bowl of soup. WTF? That’s hilarious! Though, once I thought about it, and got over the initial shock of how weird that is, I find it kind of sexy. I guess that makes me the weird one, huh? I asked him “Oh, so you like Jimmy Hendrix?” He only said “Yeah.” That would have been the perfect time to elaborate a little, tell me why he felt the need to get that tattoo, but he didn’t, so I didn’t ask any more about it. Trying to have a conversation with him is like pulling teeth. I’m shy, and am not the best at striking up conversation with someone I don’t know real well or am not completely comfortable with yet, so I kind of need someone else to pull some extra weight in those situations. I felt like I was pulling all the weight, and didn’t do so well. After his friends came into the lobby, he just said “Bye. Thanks for going,” and headed off. I’m not saying we should have made out or anything, but he didn’t make any kind of move. I thought maybe a hug was appropriate, but he did nothing like that. He didn’t even offer to buy me popcorn, or walk me to my car. The whole encounter left me really confused. I mean, honestly, I don’t really know what the evening was. Was it a date, or just two “friends” hanging out? After all, I gave him my number about two months ago now, and we just now hung out. He did text me a little after I had got home, saying “Thanks for going!” I said “Yeah, I had fun.” He replied that he would have invited me back to his place, but he didn’t want to weird me out. I said something along the lines of “That’s fine, I have to get up early in the morning anyways. We can hang out some other time.” The fact that he “followed up” after words is encouraging (I think). The fact that he said he would have invited me over gives me hope too, assuming he wasn’t just saying that to be nice. He didn’t text me the next day though, but that probably isn’t all that surprising for him. Plus, I don’t know if it was necessary to do. He texted me after words, so maybe that’s all etiquette calls for? I hope he invites me over though, and soon, because I do want to get to know him better. If he wants to hang out again, it would also put my mind at ease that I didn’t totally blow our encounter, and the way he acted was just him, and not because of me. But, knowing him, it might be another two months before we hang out again (if we ever even do).
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