So almost 2 weeks ago, I met a man named John for coffee at the local Barnes & Noble; well, actually, I had tea because it was 7PM after all. So we proceed to sit there and talk non-stop for four hours. Wow, I think; a man who can carrying on an intelligent conversation. We're laughing and enjoying the evening. The store closes so we have to leave. It's awkward, i.e., not comfortable kissing him just yet, so we go to our respective cars and leave. 2 days later I get a short but seemingly sweet email about how he enjoyed meeting me and since it had snowed that morning, hoping that I got to school safely. I'm thinking "nice guy", "possible potential", etc. So I don't hear from him for a few days and think I'll send him a cute little email asking how long he usually waits before he asks a woman out for a second date. It takes him 3 days to reply but when I open it, I'm surprised. First, he argues whether or not "coffee" qualifies as a date. Second, he offers that he thinks we didn't really "click" so he hadn't planned on seeing me again. And I'm left thinking; "What does "clicked" mean to him?".
I am learning, not always easily, but I am learning. Men are so strange.
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