Airplanes, Cats And A Really Amazing Grilled Cheese Sandwich.

About three years ago, I was scrolling through Tinder and matched with G. We started talking and decided to meet up. He lived near me so we decided to meet up at a local coffee shop in the area. 

I told my friend where I was going, just in case. And off I went.  

He was nice. He was cute. I had no idea how to pronounce his name and he introduced himself with a shortened version.  

We ordered and sat down. I very quickly realized we had very little in common. We both worked for companies that involved airplanes. I think he was a maintenance tech and training to be a pilot or something. I just worked at my company for a pay cheque and had little to no knowledge or interest in talking about airplanes. I had to pull all the knowledge that I had ever heard my dad or grandpa tell me. 

Once we exhausted the topic of airplanes, we moved on to pets. And it did not take long to swap all of our cute animal stories.  

All in all, I thought it was going fine. And he suggested we move it to a bar nearby and get something to eat.  

We got to the bar and ordered some beers. We started talking about the Marvel movies and Joss Whedon. We ordered food and thankfully it showed up quickly.

I had ordered a triple decker grilled cheese sandwich. It was amazing. I usually inhale my food, especially when it’s delicious. But I forced myself to eat slowly, to fill the silence now that I had nothing else to talk about with this guy.

We finished up and he drove me back to my car. As I was preparing to get out, I thanked him for the food and said I had a nice time. He leaned over and went in for a kiss. And I turned my cheek. And it was awkward. I gave him a smile and got the fck out of the car.

I went home and went over to my friend’s apartment next door. She asked how it went and I immediately started telling her about the grilled cheese sandwich. Because that was the best part of the last three hours.

G messaged me later on, thanking me for a good date. We kept talking, even though I was pretty set on the idea that this wouldn’t go anywhere. He asked if we could get together and watch a movie and I agreed, thinking maybe it was just first date nervousness and decided to give him a second chance.

I invited him over to watch a movie. A rather stupid idea, considering I live alone. But I figured I had enough friends in the complex to rescue me if I needed it.

He came over and we curled up on the bed and watched a movie. Then he started trying to kiss me and I figured “what the hell” and kissed him back. This turned into Netflix and Chilling. And when all was said and done, I decided it was time for him to leave.

But no. No matter how adamant I was that I had to get up early for work, he just snuggled deeper into my blanket and fell asleep.

So now I am sleeping with basically a stranger in my bed. I settled in and set my alarm for as early as I could. Much earlier than I would normally get up for the job that I was consistently late to.

Morning came and I got up as soon as my alarm started blaring. I did my hair and my makeup which was far more effort that I normally put in. And I was ready to leave for work at 5am, an hour and a half before I am scheduled to start.

And he is still sleeping.

I go over to him, shake him and tell him it’s time for him to get up and leave because I have to go to work. His response is to ask me if he can just keep sleeping here while I go to work.

ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT.

I say no. He’s gotta go and he’s gotta go now. He begrudgingly gets out of bed and then tries to be all sweet and tell me he had a wonderful evening and hopes we can do it again.

ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT.

I give a tightlipped smile and nod as I usher him out the door.