Our first date was a Friday night. Second was Monday, third was Wednesday, fourth was Thursday, fifth was Friday, sixth was Saturday, seventh was Monday, eighth was Wednesday. I’m not sure when you’re supposed to stop counting. But I’m very confused.
I’m confused as to how I have been being completely myself the entire time… at times, purposely pushing the envelope to see if I could creep him out, or he’d get squeamish, and he keeeeeppppsss coming backkkkk. I’ve burped, I’ve knocked over food, I’ve told him I had ghost pets, I’ve had him hang out with my sister and HER burps for an extended period of time, he’s witnessed my dance moves, I’ve made him sit through The Bachelor…TWICE… he’s stilllll calling.
I’m trying to find things wrong with him, but I really am having a hard time. He takes initiative on plans and always follows through, he’s been the epitome of a gentleman in every sense, he drunk dialed me, like an actual phone call… which yes, I consider very romantic, he’s a crap ton of fun to hang out with, my friends love him, he thinks we’re funny, and he has a cute bum (and a pool).
But there’s the one thing… The day after he came out in PB and met everyone, my sister was over, and was asking what I thought of Ginge. I explained that I thought I liked him, but there wasn’t anything that jumped out at me that was different. She responded:
“That’s because he’s a normal guy.”
“Yes! That’s what it is. He’s normal. I don’t usually see that as a positive.”
She gave me a long look. She didn’t even need to say anything, and I knew what she was thinking.
“Ohhhh…. maybe that’s what my problem is? I keep dating weirdos? Maybe that’s why it never works out?”
“Ummm… yeah…maybe, Court.”
Hmmmm… something to think about. Of course, now I thought I had found something wrong with him. He was too normal. But the more time I spend with him, the more his little quirks come out. He’s still normal, but there’s definitely a little spice in there.
Keeping true to form, there have obviously been the awkward moments. One night I was planning on going out in his ‘hood… Mission Valley… land of the strip malls (this is called sacrifice). I told him I’d leave in 15 minutes to pick him up at his place. About 15 minutes later, I’m getting ready to walk out the door, and Brie calls me.
“Ummm… I’m at Target in Mission Valley and I think I see the Ginger.”
“My Ginger??”
“Yeah.”
“No, it can’t be him, I just got off the phone with him and he was home. I don’t know why he’d need to go to Target right now.”
“Pretty sure it’s him. He’s wearing a blue shirt. Do you want me to go find him again?”
“Yeah… go ahead…”
I hear mumbling, and then Brie goes…”Yep…it’s him. Oh, we’re giving awkward hugs.”
She calls me back when he’s out of earshot.
I tell her, “I wish you didn’t let him see you. I could have been so creepy about this.”
“Court, don’t be creepy yet.”
“Was he buying anything weird?”
“No, just hair gel because he dropped his in the toilet or something. I wish I caught him buying condoms.”
“Ohhh yeah, that would have been so good.”
I picked him up a few minutes later, gave him a stalker look and told him I had eyes all over town. He just laughed, and our night continued as usual.
There’s something wrong here. And I’m going to get to the bottom of it. But I think I’ll wait to figure it out until after we jump out of a plane together… which he just bought us a Groupon for. Maybe he’ll swap my parachute for a faulty one and I’ll end up dead. Maybe murder is his end game. I think I’m going to go with that.
Until we meet again, chickadees…
xoxo
Gossip Girl
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