I love to laugh, especially at live comedy shows. Brandon learned this early and made a tactical move to gain himself some points—he got us tickets to a stand-up comedy show. We had a lot of fun, and I was thinking that maybe I was making some progress with my thinking…physically I may not be into him, but he was someone with a whole buncha other great qualities. I’ve always been a believer in the idea that when you really like/love someone, you just know it. There’s not even necessarily reasons 1, 2, and 3 as to why you love them, you just do and you can’t even explain it. I also believe this feeling will come out within the first 6-8 weeks of knowing someone. It’s been almost a month with Brandon and there’s nada so without that feeling, I’m not trying to rush into any commitment right away. We’re both not dating others, but it’s easier to leave if you’re dating/seeing how things might go instead of being super stuck to each other.
Well, on the way home from the comedy show, Brandon revealed his thoughts on “us” in an indirect way. He told me that one of his best friends is getting married next week. And he’s allowed to bring a plus one. And he wants that plus one to be me. Ummm. Hmmm. My hand made its way to the door handle of the car. It was late at night. There weren’t many cars on the road. Brandon wasn’t driving very fast. I could make it out, tuck and roll, and get out of this situation. I’m no stunt woman and I’m scared of anything remotely dangerous so thank goodness Brandon continued speaking and said, “Even though you would be the one I would ask to come, I’m not going to because I have to leave for it on Friday and I know you won’t take off work. Plus, I know it’s also still early with us.” Phewwww. The other side of this situation is that if it had been a guy I was really falling for who was asking me to a wedding, I would’ve happily said yes. But it’s not a guy that I’m falling for. And that, my friends, is a problem.
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