When I first wrote about Memphis (Date #6), several people remarked that maybe it wasn't the age difference that bothered me about Memphis. Maybe it was something else. I thought it was the fact that he was so optimistic and eager that he couldn't be able to relate to me at all.
So I spent time with him. I took him to meet my friends. We met for pizza. We met for sushi. And as much as I tried trying on the younger and earnest date, I could not stop myself from getting annoyed by him.
The first time was when we were going out for pizza. It was a rainy, cold Monday night. The weather was such that I contemplated canceling just so stay warm and cozy in my apartment. I decided what I needed to jump start my night was a hot shower.
Memphis sent me a text saying he would be at my apartment in a half hour. I had only just walked in the door. I sent back could he please give me just 10 more minutes.
What if I said no? he wrote back.
The shower was running and I was trying to strip off my work clothes. Instead of hurrying up and getting ready, I was now stuck texting.
Then you'll be waiting. I typed back decisively. I was not leaving this apartment without a shower.
Or the train might leave the station.
I groaned and hopped in the shower without responding. If he wanted to play chicken, we could play chicken.
While we were out that night, he asked if I was free that weekend. I ran though my mental calendar. Friday was my heavy metal date with Valdosta, Sunday was my company Christmas party at the metropolitan museum of art. I had the option of bringing a date to the Christmas party, but in the spirit of friendship, I decided to take Katie as my date. She had just bought a red cocktail dress and was antsy for an occasion to wear it. I thought cocktails at the art museum was a perfect occasion.
"I'm booked all weekend, but I think I am free Saturday," I offered.
"Saturday? Saturday is prime dating real estate. I'm not sure if you're a big enough deal for a Saturday," he joked.
Even though he was joking, I was taken aback. "Hmm, good point. I'm not sure you're worth a Saturday night date either."
He started kissing me. He leaned in romantically and whispered in my ear, "You're replaceable."
It made me laugh. I accepted the Saturday night date. Only when I got home and logged on Facebook, I got a reminder that Harvey's big, annual Thanksgiving party was that Saturday night. It's one of the best parties of the year where all the friends get together and bring Thanksgiving dishes and celebrate our friendship. This party is a big deal to me. (On a side note, that was the morning my grandmother died and I still went to the Thanksgiving party and company Christmas party before heading back up the East Coast. That's how much I was looking forward to it.)
Knowing he was already asleep, I still typed out a text when I knew I had double-booked myself. The next morning I received this response:
No worries. I'll have to line something else up for Saturday night. Maybe if I'm free we can do something next week.
Er, that seemed awfully passive aggressive to me. I'm the busy one, not him. I knew he was trying to turn the tables on me.
When I got back in town after the funeral, Memphis asked me out for later in the week. I accepted.
"Okay on two conditions," he added.
I'm sorry, but did he just ask me out, and then apply conditions after I said I would go out with him?
Nothing is easy with him. Everything has to be turned into a bit. Would any of this annoy you, or am I really just not that into him?