About a month and half ago, I was chatting with a guy from okcupid and in a totally uncharacteristic way started to develop a crush. I'm normally really bad at the feelings thing, and definitely know better than to catch emotions for a profile, but I started to get excited every time there was a notification on my phone.
He was moving here from another city, so we wouldn't be able to meet for about a month. I started worrying about us losing momentum, or getting too attached before even meeting him and then being disappointed, and just generally over thinking as I do.
He ended up apologizing and saying that he didn't want to text too much prior to meeting, and then faded entirely before making plans. So. Move on.
But since I am so poorly equipped to deal with emotions, instead of moving on, assuming he had changed his number, I sent him one message on Facebook (where we had not previously spoken, but a mutual friend + his number in my contacts meant he was a suggested friend), just saying that I hoped the move had gone well and if he was interested, I would be happy to show him around the city.
Then I moved on. Had two dates with a charming military nerd who looks like Adam Levine. He did the whole kiss-on-a-staircase move (it's great to be the tall one sometimes), and is super attentive and quite nice. It's lovely and definitely might have potential.
Last night I got a reply to that Facebook message, a month after sending it. And we have a date tonight. I'm feeling guilty about agreeing to the date, even though two dates in, no sex, and no DTR talk, I certainly don't owe exclusivity to Adam Levine guy at this point. However, I'd even stopped logging into okc since our first date.
So I'm both super nervous for this date tonight, and feeling like a bit of a scumbag. Based on empirical evidence and past experience, the date will likely be fine but there will be no chemistry… so I'm sure all my worry will be for nothing, and Adam Levine guy and I will have our third date this week and definitely make out a whole bunch.