Male Perspective: She-wolf

Then there’s she-wolf (sorry I was trying to come up with a nice name, but this is what she was).

I was trying to get a group of people together to go to the movies. I was not asking for a date, I was just trying to make friends and give me something to do on a Friday night. So the next time I went to FHE I was trying to get people to hangout . . . clearly not a date, nope not a date, can I make myself clearer, I don’t want to go on a date I want friends!

So I asked a bunch of people if they wanted to get together and watch movies/play games, etc. Somehow, by the end of FHE, I was expected to pick up she-wolf at a certain time for a date to the movies. I was doing my best to Abort! Abort! Abort! and I am sitting there thinking how does a sweet guy like me end up in a situation like this? I didn’t ask her in any way shape or form.

I think she asked herself.

I definitely did not ever say 'would you like to go to the movies with me?' --but somehow it ended up as if I did. Usually I look forward to dates, but this one I dreaded all week.

After the movie, I wanted to drop her off, but she said, “It’s only 10 o’clock we still have some time, how about we go to Denny’s?” Ah crap, how am I supposed to keep this conversation going? I enjoyed the movie--I didn’t have to talk to her then.

Luckily, this girl did all of the talking, I just had to sit and nod once in awhile. So we had hot chocolate, then I drove her home, and as I dropped her off she proceeded to recite me a report card for the night. “I think we have some good chemistry, we had good conversations. I had fun we should do this again!” And here I am thinking, Heck NO! The whole time I inch closer and closer to my car.