Cursed, Foiled Again, Cursed, Cursed, Cursed.

I am cursed. I have found that I have a knack for falling in love after 30 minutes and then being surprised when I am “phased out” three dates later. Case in point, farm boy Sam.

Last week I had date number two with Sam. We were set to go to the racetrack (yes, this harkens to a previous date with Brian earlier in the summer), however it rained. Instead we decided to go out for pizza and watch a movie. Pizza and conversation were great. I love learning about new people. I love when a guy seems super interested and can’t look at me enough. I love the newness and awkwardness of a new relationship.

We had our first attempt at disclosure after dinner. I fessed up to a divorce many years ago. He admitted to having a girlfriend (on the way out) the night we met. He said he called her the next day to make it an official break up before asking me out. Things were going on the normal dating path.

After dinner we cuddled on the couch and watched The Soloist. The movie was pretty slow, but things heated up pretty fast. It was very chaste, but the chemistry was good. It was so nice just to cuddle up to someone on the couch on a rainy day and watch a movie. That tingle in your toes tension was there, the energy was there, everything looked positive, right? Fast forward…again.

On Sunday we decided to go to the lake for a picnic. How much more romantic can it get? I packed a nice lunch, a blanket, etc. and we headed to a perfect spot. We were both enjoying an absolutely perfect Sunday afternoon. During the last full month of summer we savored the sun and warm weather. It was a little odd when he relaxed so much that he fell asleep. I’m trying to tell myself that it is great that he is comfortable with me, but really, it probably means he’s not interested. That’s right – he’s just not that into me!!!

We hung out for a couple of hours and then headed back to my place. He was very nice and walked me up and gave me a quick kiss goodbye. He said he would call tomorrow. Well, it’s officially tomorrow at 9:00 PM and he hasn’t called. He emailed today and said thanks for the relaxing day and he was sorry he was tired, but he didn’t ask for another date or go past that. Ugh, a curse I tell you.