I loved Nancy Drew when I was a kid. I loved helping her solve the mysteries; it was an obsession of mine. However, I have not thought about solving mysteries since, well, since I was a kid. Last night, this all came back to me when I got…the mystery text.
In case you didn’t catch it on my Twitter feed, early last week I went on a second date with…well, let’s just call him Mr. 2nd date sex. And yes, that is how the night ended. I was turning 30 the following Saturday, so I thought, ‘hey, here’s one more for the 20’s’. Why not? He was attractive, but not relationship material in my book.
During this date, I had mentioned several times (yes, it was overkill) that it was my birthday on Saturday. Just for the record: not even once did he wish me a happy birthday. We had sex. We cuddled and listened to music afterwards. The next day I get no phone call or text. Not that I’m necessarily keeping track, but it is always interesting to see how the after texts/phone calls unfold. What will the aftertext be for sex on a 2nd date? ‘I had a nice time’ ‘Thanks for the romp, it was fun’ ‘I love you, will you marry me’
The entire week, no response. My birthday, no response. I stop thinking about it because I really don’t care that much. Then, last night I get the text.
‘Soooo….where you been? No word from you in a bit now’
Really?! I was the one who was supposed to contact you after that? What, exactly, was my aftertext supposed to say? ‘Thanks for letting me fuck you’
So, I say: ‘Where have YOU been? It was my birthday weekend, so I have been busy’.
His response: ‘What are you up to on Friday?’ Oh great, so now you have a free night and you now you want to hang out with me.
Again, no mention of a Happy Birthday, at any point. Which, btw, is huge for me. If you don’t wish me Happy Birthday, you’re out. It may seem a bit harsh, but it is just one of my things leftover from my childhood. I can’t change it. But, I digress..
I told him I was going to a movie until 8:30 or so. A bootycall test. Since it was an obvious bootycall question. But, he failed the test. He didn’t ask to see me afterwards. He just didn’t respond.
Now…WTF. I just don’t understand it. He doesn’t actually like me: he would have texted within the last week. Or wished me a Happy Birthday. He doesn’t want me as a bootycall: he would have proposed late night Friday.
So…what does he want? I am completely baffled. Maybe he won’t ever contact me again, which is fine with me. I will not be the one to contact him. I just don’t care enough.
However, it leaves me with an intriguing mystery. What does he want? And now, despite not being interested…I am interested. Just like Nancy Drew, I can’t give up on cracking a good mystery. And so it begins…