so, i doubt that the Shrub™ is going to speak to me again (and that's fine)
in a nutshell......... saturday i get up north to his friend's house and Shrub's got pamprin and midol and chocolate waiting for me (i'd told him i was cranky) and then he busts out a gift
bunny slippers. but not normal ones.
monty python killer bunny slippers
then he shaved
okay all's going well i wasn't feeling this overwhelming desire to kiss him though
okay - so then we go hiking (and the only reason why i was climbing faster up the hill was because i could tell he wanted to stop and kiss (keep in mind, he's a good looking guy, but i just wasn't feeling like PDA
... okay. then after the "hike" - in which i was light headed and nearly fell off a cliff, we went to the wolf preserve. which was good.
then we went back to his friend's house *the friends were away and we drank. ordered chinese. we were slightly kissy (i've been kissier with others) then went to bed (no hanky. nor panky)
okay. so for some reason i was having trouble sleeping
felt like something was on my scalp or my head like some laser was boring into my skull
i turn over and he's effing perched up on his hand (elbow on pillow) and staring at me
staring.
okay so i was like "goodnight" then i turn over.
oh but i must have turned over about 5 more times from 12m til 4am and he was still like that
SERIOUSLY STARING
then i heard him snoring and i got out of the futonbed and went to the recliner (4 recliners attached) and fell asleep
about 8am or so i feel this weird feeling and wake up
he's sitting in the recliner FUCKING STARING AT ME
he tried to put his hand on my shoulder and i recoiled - not really a good sign. just didn't want him touching me
so he says "are you hungry"
eh i was asleep
so i say fine. pork roll sammich and he heads out to get.
in the meantime i get dressed and pack my bag and throw it in my car. i go back inside (we HAD planned on going to great adventure)
he comes back.
pork roll sammich. no coffee.
dude.
i am in a mood and he knows that i love effing coffee
okay. here i turn into bitch
i barely eat the stuff. then i pick it up to throw it out.
he says "is there anything i can do to help you with your cramps"
he's thinking that i am bitchy from cramps
then he says "you didn't sleep well. it was the wind, right?" (the windows were open that night and wind was howling)
i turn - like a rabid wolf - and i say "No. i DIDN"T sleep well. i couldn't with the piercing stare that was creeping me the hell out all night any time i turned over! it really freaked me out! I gotta go" ---- then i left. drove 2 hrs home
and i've told others and they're like "awwww but he was being so nice" --- yes. he was and i sort of feel bad about that. but i really was freaked
i dunno, maybe i just am not wanting to date at the moment. or maybe i just wasn't that into him. maybe both.
anyway... moving on.
