Approximately 8:30pm, I pull up on the Vespa to a stoplight, a Chevy truck in the left turn lane next to me.
We both see one another.
“Nice ride,” he says to me.
I laugh, lift my visor, and say, “Thanks,” enjoying the irony.
“What’s you’re name?”
“Huh?” He repeats, and I reply, “Hannah.”
“Alex. Nice to meet you.”
I smile, and, after a brief pause, add, “We have very different rides,” wondering how exactly my little scooter is so impressive to this truck guy.
“Yeah,” he agrees, and then adds, “Can I have your number?”
I give him a large grin, the light changing green, and I lower my visor, shaking my head while I drive away, chuckling to myself and smiling super big in my helmet.
THAT was adorable, I think.
I smile the whole way to where I am going, thinking of how funny it is, and wondering if it would be weird to tell the guy I’ve just asked out, even though it is funny and worth sharing.
By the time I walked in, this guy – not “Alex” – was pretty much the only thing on my mind, and I had entirely forgotten about the stoplight incident – I didn’t even remember to tell my mom about it.
… I still haven’t told anyone about it… I’m so weird about dating.
Unsure of how things were left after my date today, I expressed my bit of stress and frustration to a good friend of mine, and the tiny conversation made me feel a lot better, though it changed nothing:
Hannah: Uh! This is so stressful. Why do people date? I can’t take it. I can’t stop thinking about him, yet I feel like he’s just not really into me. Ugh!
Friend: Yea when you said “dating sounds fun” I was like well…. haha
Hannah: It SOUDS fun
Like how communism sounds fair
Friend: Liked the message, “Like how communism sounds fair”
So, yeah… I don’t think I offended him or anything, but I think I just wanted to spend so much more time with him one-on-one than I was given, and we didn’t clearly ‘end’ the date, because it just flowed into the next part of the day, with other people slowly showing up and around, and then I got all into my head about it for quite a while, and rather negatively so…
I got over it after a while, but it sucked for a good bit today, the craziness in my head and my extreme self-doubt.
It had me wonder if it wouldn’t be good for me to go out with people just to practice being denied and still being okay with it and with myself, like how I applied for the artist residency the other week, 90% sure it would not happen… practice in failure, so to speak, in order to help me release my fear of failure.
So, basically, maybe it could be good to ask out a bunch of super cute guys, give it my all, and be okay with the high likelihood of rejection, and then, eventually, with the actual rejection.
I don’t know… it’s perhaps just a thought, not a good or great idea…
Whatever the case, I liked being with this guy today, and I wish we could have more time together.
And as soon as possible, of course, because I struggle with this whole delayed gratification in this kind of scenario… oh, well… deal with it, Banana, right?
On that, I bid you a good night. 😉