chronicles of singledome: nothing serious?
So I've been on a shopping spree blitz the past two weeks...I'm usually a cautious spender, but recently I've been making miscellaneous purchases here and there...Take for instance today; I bought, new yoga pants and shirt, socks, more pillow cases and a rug for our worn carpet at home. All purchases I really don't need. Not bad , say you... But yesterday I bought a new bag and wallet...And a few days before I took my roomie shopping only to find myself buying a new top, pants and shoes, and lip scrub and balm..So why all these random purchases so close together???
Well to self diagnose myself as the constant over analyzer I am, I think I'm using shopping to distract myself. Distract myself from the anxiety of wondering when he is gonna call me, or text me..or why he hasn't since that past two weeks when I last saw him. Maybe he just not that into me. Blogs, books say that if he was he would have called or text by now. Was it something I said or did to make him reevaluate his stance on me. Then I remember a lingering glance, which could just be a fill of an awkward silence or something else. Then I remember a quite obvious comment made here and there as the night progressed. Then my mind takes me all the way to the dance floor that night.
We walk in. Music pounding. He looks at me and raises his eyebrow as if to ask if I'm okay. I respond with a smile, take off my jacket and walk towards the dance floor crowd , answering his question with a challenge. I found the crowd and my hips soon found and followed the engulfing rhythm. And just as soon as my body syncopated with rhythm, his hands found my hips and followed. As the dancing ensued, I felt a gentle slap here and there, and his hand meeting mine as I smoothed down my dress around my bottom as it rode up from the movement. Where my boy shorts and dressed kissed , my hand met his. Just as soon as I felt it, it was gone. What could have turned into something more intimate stayed at a playful tone as the dancing and night went on. It was only the second time since meeting him at the party. A conscious effort on my part for it to not be to much too soon. Nothing serious right?.
"Okay you win!" He exclaimed, exhausted and playful, We clasped hands in a high five and left the club.
Then I come back to reality, as I find miscellaneous things to occupy my time and mind as I try to not to stare at my phone and will it to ring with his name as the caller I.D. Which brings me back to the shopping.
I try to tell and fool myself into thinking I don't care, but somehow I found reason to care. My attempts to guard my heart from another go round are all failing miserably. Damn!
...But still I say it's nothing serious, right?............ right?
Well to self diagnose myself as the constant over analyzer I am, I think I'm using shopping to distract myself. Distract myself from the anxiety of wondering when he is gonna call me, or text me..or why he hasn't since that past two weeks when I last saw him. Maybe he just not that into me. Blogs, books say that if he was he would have called or text by now. Was it something I said or did to make him reevaluate his stance on me. Then I remember a lingering glance, which could just be a fill of an awkward silence or something else. Then I remember a quite obvious comment made here and there as the night progressed. Then my mind takes me all the way to the dance floor that night.
We walk in. Music pounding. He looks at me and raises his eyebrow as if to ask if I'm okay. I respond with a smile, take off my jacket and walk towards the dance floor crowd , answering his question with a challenge. I found the crowd and my hips soon found and followed the engulfing rhythm. And just as soon as my body syncopated with rhythm, his hands found my hips and followed. As the dancing ensued, I felt a gentle slap here and there, and his hand meeting mine as I smoothed down my dress around my bottom as it rode up from the movement. Where my boy shorts and dressed kissed , my hand met his. Just as soon as I felt it, it was gone. What could have turned into something more intimate stayed at a playful tone as the dancing and night went on. It was only the second time since meeting him at the party. A conscious effort on my part for it to not be to much too soon. Nothing serious right?.
"Okay you win!" He exclaimed, exhausted and playful, We clasped hands in a high five and left the club.
Then I come back to reality, as I find miscellaneous things to occupy my time and mind as I try to not to stare at my phone and will it to ring with his name as the caller I.D. Which brings me back to the shopping.
I try to tell and fool myself into thinking I don't care, but somehow I found reason to care. My attempts to guard my heart from another go round are all failing miserably. Damn!
...But still I say it's nothing serious, right?............ right?
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