Well, if you make out with her again, you probably shouldn’t go with: “I’m sorry”.
I guess. BTW, you know what else? I kind of liked the idea of some random person next door giving me hugs and occasional splashes of affection, for no particular reason. It felt a little bit magical there for a while. Like finding a unicorn casually grazing in the front yard.
But I guess that in reality, people do things for people-reasons. And I’m not getting into it. The game of love is rough, and I’ve never played it without taking at least a couple of paintballs to the testicles. Even if it’s just a casual Sunday pub game. If someone yells “game on” at this point, I know I’ll start getting pelted. Thus far, no one in this situation has had paintball privileges, but I’ve noticed that I’ve started carrying an umbrella now, just in case.
I guess I just don’t wanna. Not at the moment.
Yes, she likes you. Probably in much the same undefined way you like her. Or the way I crushed on guys I barely knew oh so long ago when I was still cute and fun. There is interest, and tiny fizz of desire, and curiosity to know you a little better. You are perhaps, a little enigmatic to her, and that has piqued her interest. She likely has no clearly defined trajectory of how this will go - not the typical go on dates, fall in love, have sex, get engaged, get married, or however the usual pattern is. She may just want a buddy to hang out with in her sweats on Sunday night and watch bad television. Or grab breakfast with one morning, or go out for a beer, or just kiss and cuddle when the mood strikes. Or maybe all she wants is the knowledge that she can make you twitch just a little bit. And that kissing you randomly in the hallway is fun and exciting and feels good. Are you a good kisser?
Protect your heart, but be open, too. It may go somewhere, it may just fizzle out, or perhaps you will become genuine friends, despite your differences. Enjoy the journey.
I’ll readily admit I can be pretty clueless on social signalling. But as a general rule, I’d say that when a woman sticks her tongue in your mouth she has some level of interest in you.
I was captain of my school’s kissing team!
Huh. Thanks!
By the way, do you have avatars you’d suggest as we visualize you navigating your hallway, being nice to, but NOT crushing on your neighbor lady?
If you look at the cast of the new Netflix series GLOW, I have you in my brain as Marc Maron and the neighbor lady as Allison Brie-ish. ??
Why don’t you just ask her? You know, talk to her, explain your confusion, tell her your expectations see what hers are, etc…
She probably feels awkward about it too.
Yeah, I know. I might get there, if it really seems necessary. Otherwise, I’ll just leave it. It’ll probably just go away. That’s always plan A, right now.
And this really isn’t a big deal. I think I had this little alarm bell going off, which is why I came running here. Like, I’m in a situation where I’m on the verge of doing something stupid. I don’t know what, exactly, but my Spidey sense is tingling. Like, if I touch anything, a fire will break out. Like something in this scenario is booby-trapped. I don’t trust myself that way. I just felt like clearing this lawn of some landmines, at least.
I feel your pain. I’m socially stunted and quite reclusive. A neighbor lady asked to use my wi-fi. I typed in the password and refused any money. She gave me a hug and told me she loved me. I know it was innocent, and she was just being sweet, but it broke my brain anyway. I couldn’t sleep and she was in my every waking thought.
I get it. I’m obsessing needlessly. Fair point.
That, then, was the stupid thing I was doing. I knew it had to be something. Cool. Check. Damn it, I didn’t even notice. Hell of a place, this Dope. Thanks!
Oh, well. If I hadn’t obsessed needlessly for a little while on this one, I would probably have knocked on her door and handed her some flowers. And I’m actually glad that I didn’t do that.
Shit happens. Cost of being me at this juncture. At least this way, I’m safe unless she reads this thread.
Sincerely, good luck. Shy of therapy or maybe drugs, I’m not sure how one unobsesses. Just knowing it’s (probably) futile isn’t always enough. I’m still working on it.
Being aware of it is a damned good start. Much appreciated. I guess it snuck up on me.