Second Date with K, Movie in the Park

For a whole week after my first date with K, I freaked out and wondered what it all meant. I had no objections to him as a person, or physically, or anything else. While I hadn't felt a whole lot of "magic" on our date, I was anxious to know where we stood, and K wasn't making it clear. He didn't ask for another date, and yet we were still communicating pretty constantly.

 I felt confused. Maybe it wasn't a date? If he was interested, wouldn't he have asked me out again? And if he wasn't interested, then he would have just dropped me. ...Right? Unless it was platonic...?

I spent a whole week hyperventilating about it before finally emotionally vomiting on the Program Assistant at our school (who had a small hand in orchestrating the whole thing) about the situation.  Her response was basically to tell me to CALM DOWN and just ask him out. He asked me out the first time around, so why not? Also, make specific plans. During that week of freaking out K and I had talked about getting together but never made concrete plans and it just went awry. She suggested we go to a movie in the park which was a great idea.

As soon as I left her office I looked up movies in the park and happily saw a listing for "Homeward Bound" playing in a park by my house that Friday. Funnily enough, K and I had an entire conversation about Homeward Bound during our first dinner together so it felt very fitting.

I asked him and he accepted right away. I decided to make another go at making that cake (sticking to my original recipe, of dark chocolate cake, dark chocolate ganache) and K promised to bring milk for us to share.

For the recipe, go HERE.

The cake came out great tasting the second time around but still wasn't perfectly pretty. I'd like to make it one more time just to show I'm not a dumb-dumb. 

Anyway, back to my date story. K does not drive (not many people in Eugene do) so I picked him up at his house. I was pretty comfortable, but still decently nervous. I felt like our interaction as not defined as platonic or otherwise and I strongly disliked the ambiguity. 

When I walked up to the door, the second I knocked, the toilet flushed. That made me laugh. K opened the door, said "Hi,'" and then asked if he should bring anything- like a blanket. I said I had brought a giant bedspread/quilt from home so we were good. His response?

"Oh, I'll just grab one anyway."

It was that moment I knew this was platonic. In my head I went, "Ohhhh."

Because, if this was not platonic, he would have wanted to share my blanket. We're in a park, watching a movie under the stars- this could totally be romantic. IF we shared a blanket. If this was a romantic date, wouldn't he want to be as close to be as possible? So the inverse must be true as well.

I was a little disappointed, because I like possibilities, but this was an okay outcome for me too. It's 1.) good to have male friends, which I have very few of, and 2.) I hadn't felt the magic on our other date anyway. I was also just thrilled to eliminate the questions on my end of whether he was interested or not. NOT INTERESTED. Great! Totally clear!

We had a good time in the car, laughing and joking with each other and I felt much more at ease since I felt I knew where we both stood. We got to the movie just before dark. We hauled our blankets (all two of them) out into this open field and had our cake and milk, which was delicious. We talked some more and K teased me, and I again felt that confusion about his intentions.

Upon reflecting on our dates over the last couple of weeks I have come to believe that our first date was, indeed, a date. However, something must have eliminated me as a prospect either during our first date, or shortly after for K and I think K shifted gears. (Or tried to.) I am pretty sure that dinner at his house had romantic possibilities. I think he must have decided I wasn't a fit for him, which is an okay thing. (But it doesn't' mean I wasn't the eensiest bit disappointed.)

The movie was fun, and I had a good time. I'm glad we went! We each stayed on our own blankets and never touched each other (accidentally or on purpose) even once. It also turned out to be totally freezing, so actually, I was glad I had my whole darn blanket my self. (Stupid K.) I let him freeze in his shorts and tiny little lap blanket. That's what you get for going platonic on me kid.

On the way home K asked me to go salsa dancing with him... And immediately followed it up with a comment that he needed as many people to go to the class as possible because it was in danger of being canceled. For a whole two seconds I thought I had read the situation wrong, and that maybe he was interested, but then I was like... no.

I dropped him off at home, and felt better about the whole thing, at least having the relationship defined allowed me to relax a little.

Weirdly enough, we still talk and he still makes flirtatious comments. He asked me to get together again and that he wanted me to make more cake because mine was so good, but his approach was awkward, and there were no concrete plans so it just felt... awkward. I also felt like he was treating me ever so slightly like a bakery, which I was not in to. The conversation turned into a trading of insults and I felt disappointed in myself that I stooped to that.

He did sort of invite me to a tail gate at his house in a couple weeks so I guess we'll see what happens with that. In conclusion, K confuses me, and while I enjoy his company, mostly he leaves me feeling bewildered!