Hey, you can’t strike out if you don’t step up to the plate. Can’t hit a home run, either. He may be a genius, but if so, he’s a genius water boy.
Hre’s another vote for “He’s gay.” I’m bi tending to lesbian but didn’t come out to myself until my late thirties. During the hetero years I was lousy at reading hetero signals.
Dunno if that’s how it is for other women who are closeted, but the OP nailed it for how I was.
I’m lousy at reading hetero signals too, but I’m far from gay. I’m just lousy at reading signals, period.
Try to get over the shock of this next statement:
I agree with Lissener. :eek:
Really, this whole scene just screams closeted to his own homosexuality. Perhaps he’s not totaly gay, ever seen that scale? But his leanings may trouble him on a subliminal level just enough to keep him out of the pajama game.
Another possibility: asexuality. I’ve seen it! Once. The guy had no desire for anything other than friends. Not a glimmer of desire for either team. Just not wired up for the physical, I guess.
Or, he’s the commitaphobe mentioned earlier up thread.
For the other part of my point, let me ask you something. Why does it bother you?
And they say romance is dead. 
So would I! Maybe instead of an inability to read “come hither, my pet.” signals, this guy has a good “Bunny Boiler” alarm.
Me too, but I would have caught the invitation to NYC. He could be that clueless. I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt but I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes out in his late 30s.
Maybe you seemed oblivious because “tuo em ksa ,mitveR” didn’t make a lot of sense at the time.
That’s why Catholic boys have mirror-like polishes on their shoes, so they can read messages like that.
Unless they’re gay, of course.
heh.
Gay? Possibly. Just plain clueless? Very possibly.
I once went an entire decade without a date, much less a game of Hide the Salami. And I complained endlessly about my sad situation to anyone I didn’t drive off with my patheticism. And now, thinking back, I can remember a bunch of cute women who did everything short of skywriting to get my attention. “Excuse me, ma’am, you accidently dropped your panties on my face” was my mantra. My straightdar was not only broken, it was practiacally missing.
:smack:
There are completely clueless people out there. I was one of them, and I may still be. The gentleman I’m dating kids me about an incident back in the 1980’s when I actually went on a date with a fellow and didn’t realize I was on a date, even when we went up to a local lover’s lane with a spectacular view of the city. :wally He wants to know how many other dates I went on without realizing it and I, of course, can’t answer. The gentleman’s no better, by the way. When I gave him my phone number, he called his sister and asked her, “What does this mean?” Both of us, by the way, are straight as a couple of plumb lines.
I’m afraid that’s all I’ve got to offer. If I had anything resembling good advice, I’d give it.
CJ
While it does sound like your friend is a little clueless, I would not be rushing into bed with anyone who said this:
in all seriousness.
Gives me the heebie jeebies.
He is playing the rich chick. Beneath the dorky exterior lies a Hungarian lothario, who realizes the key to winning women over is to keep yourself at arm’s distance. That way, after one passionate night, they’ll continue to want you.
Nah, that’s full of shit. He’s shy and commitaphobic.
Tuck stop talking about me![sup]1[/sup]
And I’m not gay![sup]2[/sup] I’m just…clueless. Well, that, and I can’t stand high maintenance Barbie dolls. Give me an easy going, active, average-looking, can-dress-down-as-well-as-she-dresses-up befreckled lass who’d rather spend the evening reading on the couch at Insomnia rather than electro-hideous-dance clubbing and I’d be a clam.
Ah, heck, give me a warm body at this point.
A warm female body, damnit.
A warm human female body of legal and appropriate age, you sickos.
Stranger
[sup]1[/sup]Okay, so I just wish I had hot babes falling at my feet and making Tuckerfan jealous. A man has to dream, doesn’t he?
[sup]2[/sup]Yeah, I read poetry, but it’s Blake and Poe. That’s not gay, damnit!
Well, I suppose the third possibility is that the guy has (admittedly old-fashioned) scruples and doesn’t want to jump into bed with a woman unless he has some feelings for her. Despite the woman’s apparent charms (and how can the OP know she’s hot if he hasn’t met her?), sometimes you just don’t click. And it can be * really * uncomfortable to be in a relationship where one person feels much more strongly than the other.
Funniest thing I’ve seen all day.
Life would be so much easier if the women who are interested in me (assuming any are, which is not a safe assumption) would just ask me out instead of dropping hints.
I know a few guys that are this oblivious to the opportunities available to them.
OK, I’m one of them.
I guess women could be like cats and give unmistakable clues to the fact that they want to mate but that could be kind of annoying.
Women should just get dots tattoed on their foreheads, like Indian women. The tattoo can change color depending on whether she shows interest in you. Green for go, red for stop. If she’s playing hard to get, she can turn it gray. 