You know it's a bad sign when you dread an upcoming date. It took over a week to schedule the one with Viggo. It got to a point where I was hesitant about meeting up at all, but since the last time I saw him was in between doing shots and dancing on the bar, I figured he was worth a date. Especially since I remembered him being a sweet and attractive guy.
Even so, I had misgivings. First of all, he's a lawyer. As much as I love my lawyer and law school friends, I would have trouble with all the long hours. It was a miracle that we were able to coordinate our schedules at all and Viggo could not meet earlier that 8:30pm on a Monday, coming straight from the office. Call me high maintenance, but I want to be with a man who is going to have time for me, and not just on the weekends. Moving on.
There was an event at a downtown lounge that I wanted to attend last night, so I asked Viggo to meet me there. I figured if it was a nice atmosphere we could stay there; otherwise, there were lots of other options in the area.
When he arrived, he was as just about as cute as I remembered, but... shorter. Not midget-short, but a few inches shorter than me and I was barely wearing heels. I'm not going to make a big point about this, because I have been head over (high) heels for guys smaller than me, so I can get past this. However, I generally like guys to have some height on me (it makes me feel dominated, rowr).
Viggo bought me a drink and we took a couch in the back. He loosened his tie, leaned an arm on the back cushion, and looked interested in everything I was saying. I held onto my drink for dear life and hoped my smiles looked genuine.
I really, really tried. This guy has Good Boyfriend written all over him (as opposed to the last guy I was serious about, who should have had Manipulative Bastard tattooed on his forehead). Viggo's attentive, with a secure career, an interest in self-improvement (via martial arts), and an aura of general goodness about him.
And yet, I couldn't wait to get out of there. We weren't connecting. We had a ten minute conversation about swords. I have less than no interest in swords, yet I was asking him about his swords in order to keep the conversation going.
After about an hour and one drink, I couldn't take it any more. I pled tired.
Viggo walked me to the subway. He mentioned getting together over the weekend and I made positive murmuring noises and said he should call me (when, in fact, one of my pet peeves about him was how he insisted on calling all the time, instead of texting or emailing). We had a neutral hug good-bye and he kissed me on the cheek. I felt so guilty that I gave him a quick peck on the lips. I accidentally gave him a static shock on the nose, which is probably the last spark we'll ever share.
I promised to email him the next day. Today. I didn't email him. I feel like an asshole.
Should I send the I-can't-see-you-anymore email or hope he read my signals? He seemed disappointed that the date ended so early. He might call me again. Should I wait to see if he calls and then email? I don't want to mess up my dating karma here, and I also don't want to hurt this nice guy's feelings.
I know you've all been there. What would you do?