Many, many moons ago, when I was but a wee Swiddle and the world was young (about two years ago), I posted a thread about the world being a beautiful place. This was due to the handsome young man I had met at work. Then I wrote a thread about how the world was a horrid, horrid place, as the young man had a girlfriend. Some Dopers said I should try and break them up, wiser Dopers said to be friends, and trust fate. The girl broke up with him, broke his heart. We are currently up to February of last year.
In December, said fellow was leaving for an extended stay in Germany. He asked me out, we had an amazing evening, which I chalked up to a positive one night stand. Wasn’t wierd the next day, nor the next time we worked together. He went to Germany, and came back three months later. We spoke incidently, went to a party together, and then he said, quite unexpectedly one day this July:
“Remember when we hung out before I went to Germany?”
“Um…yea. I recall.”
“That was fun.”
“Um…yea.”
“If you ever want to do that again sometime, LET ME KNOW.” My jaw dropped, I was shocked, but never-the-less, two weeks later, I called him. This was despite the fact that he was leaving for school 3000 miles away two months later. I don’t know why I did this, it must have something to do with the fact that he’s just the right combination of gorgeous and geek. His combined love of punk music and Star Wars. How adorable he is with little kids.
Well, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happened next. A few nights (four, to be exact) of wild monkey love, I had some health problems, he had a root canal, I haven’t seen him in the Biblical sense in a month. Meanwhile, I have come to the conclusion that apparently all my friends had predicted among themselves, that I was going to fall in love with him.
I can’t sleep at night. I feel sick when I think about him, which is all the time. I’ve been in relationships before, but never fallen in love. I hate it. I think in cliches from lame Top 40 songs. I’ve only chatted with him since his root canal, which was a month ago. I’ve called him twice, the first time he said he couldn’t hang out because he had plans, the second time, he nervously babbled and listed his entire schedual before getting to the point, he didn’t have any time. I told him, perhaps a bit tersely, to call me if he wanted to see me before he left for school. Because I’ve known this guy for two years, I think he either started having feelings for me and is freaking out and backing off, or he realised that I was falling for him and is backing off. But every time I see him, he still gives me the LOOK. Yall know the look. Wolf-like.
Here’s the questions: first of all, I’ve basically been undergoing a self-medication routine of happy movies, wine, and good gay friends. This works for the time, but when I go to bed, I just think about HIM. Bah. Can’t sleep. Any suggestions for that? And should I invite him out somewhere, dinner or drinks, just as friends, to get some sembilance of closure? I’d like to be friends with this guy, at the very least to occasionally exchange emails. Am I being too needy? Too clingy? He said no to me twice, at what point do I just admit he doesn’t want to spend time with me and give up? Give me advise, wiser Dopers. What’s a Swiddle in love to do?