My last post regarding Mr. A left you in anticipation, waiting for a Response from him after I asked if he wanted to have a drink after his show.
He did.
So I went along to his show, and it was funny and insightful and he was just as adorkable as ever. We went out for drinks afterwards with his friends and mine, and had a nice time, chatting about all manner of things, as we are wont to do. The night Ended up somewhat disappointingly, his gorgeous flatmate was there too and he wanted to go home, so it made sense that Mr. A shared a cab with him. I got a lift home with my friend, feeling very pouty and annoyed by the uncertainty of the whole situation.
I couldn't Sleep, so I lay in bed concocting the Text Message that would either snag his interest or prove to me that he just wasn't that into me. I got a total of four hours sleep, and dragged myself out of bed to sit in a ball of anxiety watching Bridget Jones's Diary and drinking caffeine.
I mentally drafted and redrafted the text as the day dragged on. Then I decided I needed a second opinion. I called the best friend, and told her that I needed her to advise me if what I wanted to do could be perceived as bat-shit crazy. She was apprehensive. I gave her a rough idea of what my text Message would say. She told me I should send it, possibly be more forthright. We discussed what a fine line there is between enthusiastic and crazy, and decided that my original plan was the best option.
The message was sent. I immediately felt sick with nerves. The gist of it was- I like you, and would like to hang out with you more if you would be interested in that. If not, all good too. I know what you're thinking, you don't need to say it. Masterpiece. Never been prouder.
I spent the rest of the day moving between panic and indifference. I tried to nap. I failed. I ended up in bed by 8pm, I was so exhausted.I turned my phone on silent, and promised myself that I wouldn't look at it again until the morning.
I kept that promise, and was rewarded with a positive response. Not the most romantic response. But a positive one, in that he agreed that we should hang out more, and suggested later in the week.
Then it all got going. And this is where I'll leave you, begging for more. Which you shall receive, all in good time.
A bundle of nerves,
B. J. Barnes
He did.
So I went along to his show, and it was funny and insightful and he was just as adorkable as ever. We went out for drinks afterwards with his friends and mine, and had a nice time, chatting about all manner of things, as we are wont to do. The night Ended up somewhat disappointingly, his gorgeous flatmate was there too and he wanted to go home, so it made sense that Mr. A shared a cab with him. I got a lift home with my friend, feeling very pouty and annoyed by the uncertainty of the whole situation.
I couldn't Sleep, so I lay in bed concocting the Text Message that would either snag his interest or prove to me that he just wasn't that into me. I got a total of four hours sleep, and dragged myself out of bed to sit in a ball of anxiety watching Bridget Jones's Diary and drinking caffeine.
I mentally drafted and redrafted the text as the day dragged on. Then I decided I needed a second opinion. I called the best friend, and told her that I needed her to advise me if what I wanted to do could be perceived as bat-shit crazy. She was apprehensive. I gave her a rough idea of what my text Message would say. She told me I should send it, possibly be more forthright. We discussed what a fine line there is between enthusiastic and crazy, and decided that my original plan was the best option.
The message was sent. I immediately felt sick with nerves. The gist of it was- I like you, and would like to hang out with you more if you would be interested in that. If not, all good too. I know what you're thinking, you don't need to say it. Masterpiece. Never been prouder.
I spent the rest of the day moving between panic and indifference. I tried to nap. I failed. I ended up in bed by 8pm, I was so exhausted.I turned my phone on silent, and promised myself that I wouldn't look at it again until the morning.
I kept that promise, and was rewarded with a positive response. Not the most romantic response. But a positive one, in that he agreed that we should hang out more, and suggested later in the week.
Then it all got going. And this is where I'll leave you, begging for more. Which you shall receive, all in good time.
A bundle of nerves,
B. J. Barnes
