I got a message on the OKCupid app from a guy that seemed pretty interesting. He was cute, a little younger than me, and yes- an engineer. We decided to make plans for a Friday night.
Except I thought I could squeeze in a session at the gym before going out. I had told him I wouldn’t be free until 9 or 930 because of it, but would meet him at the bar. He was fine with that.
Then a giant hurricane went through Boston….
I got home from the gym at 8, grabbed a quick shower and got dressed and was ready by 845. I was shocked because I would be able to make it in time! Then I ran outside to the bus stop across the street from my house. Looked at the MBTA app and realized I had to wait 20 minutes for a bus. I decided to walk to the next stop where several buses met up. I still had to wait another 10 minutes and the weather was awful. I was texting him the entire time, since he was already sitting at the bar, letting him know I was going to be late.
Keep in mind- I’m NEVER late. In fact, I’m freakishly early to everything. I was panicking.
By the time I took the train to where the bar was near, it was full on down pouring. In all directions (gotta love New England weather). I had to hunt down this damn bar because I had no idea where it was.
By the time I got to the bar, I was completely soaked and an hour late. Lucky for me, he was a sweetheart who felt bad that I was so wet. He told me he would have picked me up, but neither of us thought of that (I never assume people drive in Boston. I figured he’d take the MBTA like I did).
He picked out a beer for me and I actually liked it (points for him!). He was completely adorable and a lot of fun to hang out with. We decided after a couple beers to go to the dive that was next door. We were able to get one more beer in before last call. He used a couple lines on me but slipped them so well that they caught me off guard and I was actually smitten with him. One line was from when we were talking about how everyone thinks I’m Jewish and he replied “But Jewish girls aren’t blonde….or that pretty.” and another was something about my eye color.
I KNOW I KNOW, I can be SUCH a sucker.
He started getting a little touchy-feely, but in a totally appropriate way. He’d put his hand on me knee or arm when making a statement about something, and I knew he was 100% interested…at least for the time being.
I mentioned that I was going to a Wallflowers concert the next night and he got SO excited, telling me that he couldn’t wait to drive me home so he could show me the cds in his car. We decided to head out and he offered to take me to his place for more beers and music. I knew that meant making out and probably him trying to have sex with me- but what the hell.
Turns out he has EXCELLENT taste in music. We bonded over Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd while trying new pumpkin beers out. He kissed me and we started making out.
We went into his bedroom and started fooling around. I kept saying that we couldn’t have sex. Over and over and over. He said he knew and “okay”, but I always get nervous during times like that. Finally, things got really heated and I stopped all action. I decided to just up and tell him my deal.
I told him that I was sick and he was confused about it. He doesn’t know anything about H and that made it even scarier (for me). We ended up just making out, fooling around a little and then going to bed.
We fooled around a few times in the morning, while cuddling. We laughed at some youtube videos and then he drove me home. He dropped me off said “I’ll call you” and I knew right there that he wasn’t ever calling.
I texted him twice (once to brag about the Wallflowers concert and another to see if he wanted to hang out again). Never heard back from him.